Thank you again for the reviews! Another short chapter but I do promise the next chapter (The dinner *que suspenseful music*) will be a lot longer. Enjoy!
Chapter Three – Don't get your hopes up, Blair Waldorf
Blair had decided on a black Yves Saint Laurent silk bustier dress paired off with her favorite Louboutin peep-toes. It was not her typical "Blair Waldorf: Meeting the parents" outfit but she knew the backless dress would drive Chuck mad. Blair smiled at the thought as she put her hair in a loose bun. She had been disgustingly giddy ever since she got home from lunch.
There lunch hadn't been any different from the ones they have had before, Blair thought. They went about with their endless banter, Chuck still muttered the same horrid remarks, and she continued with the same annoyed expressions. The only difference was the ridiculous stories Chuck had made up about their "relationship".
"Well, I'm out of ideas." Chuck leaned back and took another sip of his scotch.
"No one in their right mind would believe that I was the one that pursued you." Blair looked at him in frustration. "And why must you drink so early?"
"I guess you can say," Chuck replied casually, "I have a case of the pre-wedding jitters." A daring smile had spilled across his handsome face.
"Nevermind that!" Blair blurted out, she didn't even know if her reply made any sense. A huff escaped her lips at the sight of Chuck's growing smile. "Can we just get back on track?" Blair said forcefully.
Chuck noticed Blair's cheeks turn scarlet. "I'm a good catch." He decided he was not ready to abandon the topic just yet.
"Give me a break, Chuck." Blair rolled her eyes, she was doing that a lot during their conversation.
"What?" Amusement lined his voice. "I am."
"Please, you're as good of a catch as I am friendly."
"If I'm such a horrible person," He leaned in and his voice came to a low rumble, "how did I managed to get you then?"
Blair forced the memories of their lunch to wash over. "He didn't mean it like that." She told herself flatly. However, she couldn't stop herself from remembering how Chuck seemed to lean in a little closure than usual when she talked. And Blair confessed to herself that when Chuck stared into her eyes, she took an extra second or two before looking away. She cringed at the flicker of hope that ignited in her heart.
"He didn't mean it like that."
Blair frowned at her reflexion before she heard a soft knock at her door. "Miss. Blair." Dorota whispered, opening the door slightly. "Mr. Chuck is downstairs."
Suddenly, Blair felt her heart involuntarily settle at her sleeve. "I'll be down in a minute."