So I'm not really happy with the outcome of this one, it's just full on dialogs, but I guess it's pretty necessary in this stage. I wanted to thank each and every one of you guys for reviewing, it's really encouraging and helpful! (I also apologize for my awful grammar, English isn't my first language :P) So of course, R&R and enjoy!

Play With Me

Nate chuckled for a few moments and then looked up at Blair, her face remained the same. She was serious.

"Wait, what?" he asked with confusion.

"Focus Archibald, I need you to sleep with Epperly", she repeated herself.

"No Blair, I'm not some kind of a man whore", he stated.

She eyed him with her judging little look and wore her creepy smile again.

"Fine, not anymore at least. Why would I sleep with her?"

"Because…" she whispered, got up from her chair and sat on his lap "I asked you to", she rested her head on his chest. Blair knew exactly how to pull his strings in order for him to agree. Sitting on his lap never failed her before, and it wasn't about to now.

"But… I…" was all he could say. Her hair smelled like coconut which caused him to lose his mind for a moment.

"Pretty please!" she squealed like a five year old and jumped a little on his lap. He wasn't that stupid, he knew exactly she might pull every single trick from her sleeve until she'll get him to accept her request, but he was going to be easy this time. He didn't mind scheming if it meant he'll be occupied.

"Why do I feel like Santa?" he chuckled and placed his hand on her lower back to steady her from all the jumping.

"Because you're granting me a wish", she sent him a wide smile.

"I can't believe you're pimping me out. I'm your ex boyfriend, that's totally inappropriate", he sighed and sniffed her hair once more.

"It's not like I forced you, right? Right?" she poked his chest with her forefinger.

"Not at all. You're such a dictator of taste" he teased.

"There's one Cabbage Patch and that's enough, you don't have to repeat his wisdom words", she glared at him.

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. He really missed having her in his lap and those little conversations they used to share. She snuggled deeper into him. The smell of his aftershave hasn't changed in the last few years, and it brought up sweet memories.

"Is that a yes?" she asked playfully.

"It is. But you're doing the planning; I was never any good at that. I'll deliver the manhood", he smirked to himself.

"You may have just saved my life. I'm going to help you save yours by being a 'dicator of taste'", she poked him again.

"You're always a dictator. What is it now?"

"Promise me this, the minute you get home, you're throwing this shirt into the fireplace", she said while she grabbed a button, ripped it out of the shirt and tossed it aside with disgust. "Even the buttons are plaid!" she grumbled.

"What's wrong with plaid?", he protested.

"Exactly. We stop dating and you're wearing plaid? Have I taught you nothing?" she rolled her eyes.

"What? I thought it was fashionable! Besides, Chuck's suits were never better", he chuckled softly and pulled her closer to him by wrapping his arms around her.

"That's because he would never let me throw them out of the window, like I wanted to do for so long", she answered, welcoming his arms around her. They sat there in complete silence for a few minutes, each of them feeling guilty for not doing this more often. Blair actually fell asleep for a minute before the sound of heels knocking on the floor woke her up.

"You've never told me this is your boyfriend", was all Epperly said before entering her office.

"Shit", Blair quickly got up from Nate's lap. She grabbed his wrist and dragged him to Epperly's office.

"Actually, he's not my boyfriend. He's not anyone's boyfriend, right?" she asked Nate with a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Right", he answered, terrified but utterly amused.

Epperly didn't even look at them; she was reading something and refused to care.

"Didn't look like it", she said a minute later, dismissing them with her hand.

Blair grabbed Nate's wrist for the second time and dragged him into the copy machines room.

"This is not good. It could have worked for a completely different plan, but it won't benefit ours", she mused aloud and ignored his confused look.

"I told you, you're doing the planning, it's your plan. And what do you mean?" he shoved his hands into the pocket of his coat.

"I could have told her you are my boyfriend, and then you would seduce her, and I could blackmail her, or make her feel like a guilty slut. But it's a entirely different plan".

"Which would guarantee you at least a week off", he suggested.

"True", she answered, examining him with her scheming dark eyes.

"So… good being your boyfriend again", he smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her cheek real quick before turning to leave the room.

"Wait you little weasel", she pulled on his sleeve. "A few days as my fake boyfriend, are you really up for it?" This time, she really cared for his answer.

"I guess I am. I've been your boyfriend for years, A few more days won't do no harm, right?" he raised his eyebrows. She chuckled and poked his chest playfully for the third time today.

"You should really stop doing that", he teased.

"I can't; the plaid is giving me the creeps. My boyfriend doesn't wear plaid, are we clear?" she pouted at him.

"Fine, you possessive little…" he shifted his gaze to his wristwatch.

"Fuck, I'm late for lunch, I'll see you later", he leaned to kiss her cheek for the second time and left the room.

Blair leaned against the door and sighed. She had to organize her planright, or it might cost her job. She walked out of the room straight to Epperly's office, she was still reading from the same sheet.

"So I kind of lied earlier", Blair confessed dramatically. Epperly didn't budge.

"Actually, he ismy boyfriend, we're just keeping it a secret for a while", she carried on; noticing Epperly tuned her out a long time ago.

"Please, I couldn't care less about your personal affairs. I'm really trying to read this for the past ten minutes", she said, not even bothering to remove the sheet out of her face.

Blair hissed some of the best insults she knew and got back to her desk. This is going to be harder than she thought.

"Hey man, sorry I'm late", Nate said before he sat across of Dan.

"It's OK, I'm not waiting long", Dan returned with a smile.

"So… I heard about you and Blair", Nate raised his eyebrows while he signaled the waitress.

"What did you hear?" Dan narrowed his eyes.

"That you guys are friends or something?" Nate asked with suspicion. Apparently he was right to be suspicious, or at least he thought so when he noticed Dan was relieved for some reason.

"Well, yeah. We went to the movies several times", Dan replied while looking away from Nate, searching for an unknown object to be sophisticated enough to distract him.

"You guys are just… friends, right?" Nate asked after he ordered their lunch. He wasn't really hungry since he ate recently, but he didn't want to offend Dan. They decided to eat lunch together hours before he went to see Blair.

Dan ignored his question and pretended to check his phone for messages.

"Hey, you can tell me, what ever it is", Nate slightly touched Dan's arm to draw his attention.

"What? I'm sorry I wasn't listening". Much like Nate, Dan was a horrible liar, and a horrible liar knows another.

"I asked if you and Blair are just friends", Nate was losing patience.

Much to his surprise, he wasn't looking forward to Dan's answer. Something inside of him was waiting for Dan to say 'of course we're just friends' or 'why would you ever think otherwise?' and get it over with.

"Actually..." This was a beginning of a sentence Nate wasn't thrilled to hear.

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