Ok, so I know I've had some questions on the chapters. The first chapter was needed to explain that Blair was a secret agent protecting billionaires in the USA. SECRET being the key word, so Chuck has no idea of her job. He thinks that she's just this random girl he met on the side of the street. The second chapter was so that they could interact and get together. I repeat: THEY HAVE NEVER MET and HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT SHE'S PROTECTING HIM. Chuck and Serena are not brother and sister, Serena knows about Blair's job, and Blair does go to NYU in this story fulltime btw.

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Chapter Three: Business and Pleasure

Maybe I should cancel. I have a major test tomorrow and-and-and

Blair continued to try to make up reasons why to cancel the 'date' for tonight…which was ironic, considering that it was her job to be close to the billionaire. But one of the first rules that she learned when training for her job was that you cannot mix business with pleasure. And that was exactly what she was doing.

It was planned to meet up with Chuck Bass in front of NYU. Actually, the whole 'accident' was planned by the CEO of the company. And while it was part of the plan for her to coax him into brining her to her class (since there was no one could cover the shift at the tux place) it wasn't part of the plan for him to invite her to the gala. He was supposed to take a slut or something, someone who was actually interested in going. All Blair wanted to do was go home, take the night off, sleep, and study. But she couldn't back off now, and what made it even worse was that Jason Brentwood would be going too, because it was his job to be subtly guarding Chuck.

And the last thing she needed was another guy swooning over her tonight.

She shook her head and tried to smooth over some invisible wrinkles on her orange dress. It had taken her a couple minutes to pick out a dress she thought would be appropriate for such an occasion. Blair just hoped no one would recognize her. And at least Serena was going with some boy, and Serena knew better then to screw up Blair's cover like last time.

A knock echoed through the small dorm room, and Blair jumped before glancing at the clock on her wall. 6:59. Wow, he was one minute early. Insert sarcasm here.

Blair sighed before opening the door, revealing Chuck Bass decked out in a black suit with an orange tie. It seemed as though he knew that she would pick out an orange dress, and now they matched and looked like a real couple. How ironic was that? She didn't even know the first thing about him!

Well, she did, but those were minor details.

"Let's go," she said, getting a sweater from her chair and a clutch. Chuck continued to look at her, and it made Blair feel self conscious. "What?"

"Nothing, I just didn't realize that you Brooklyn girls could dress up so well."

Blair flinched at the nickname. She wasn't from Brooklyn! NYU wasn't even in Brooklyn! "I'm not from Brooklyn, and even if I was, NYU isn't even in Brooklyn."

Chuck chuckled. "Your Eleanor Waldorf's daughter. I know you're not from Brooklyn." Blair continued to walk to his limo, which was obviously his considering she had no idea who else would have a limo. She wasn't fazed by his comment, physically, but her mind was screaming insults at him. Blair never wanted to be related to her mother.

Ever. Again.

"Don't relate me to that woman," she hissed, not even turning around. Chuck stopped in his tracks for a minute before regaining his composure.

Rule Number One: Never mention her family. Got it.

Arthur nodded his head to Blair and Chuck before opening the door. Blair quickly got in, giving Chuck a very good view of her ass. Well, that made his pants a little tighter. But it seemed like everything about her made him more and more aroused. Actually, just thinking about it didn't help the situation at all. He needed to change his thoughts fast.

The ride to the gala was pretty awkward and silent, neither too sure of what to talk about. Chuck didn't know if he should approach with a serious conversation, or if he should do some sarcastic comment about how beautiful she looked and how much he just wanted to rip that dress off her right then, right now.

The limo door opened as the limo pulled to a complete stop, and Chuck was blinded for a moment by the flashing lines. People taking pictures of him were something he still wasn't used to. Blair, however, seemed completely used to this, and posed for a camera whenever Chuck stopped for a moment to speak to Mark. He had to admit, Blair was used to walking down the gala carpet.

His arm slipped loosely around her waist, and he was expecting her to shrug him off, but she actually pulled him closer into a picture. It was something he was surprised she would do, but there was no point in asking questions. He seemed to always get scowled at.

***

Chuck had to admit: Blair was very good at socializing with the elites.

He saw her talking to lawyers, doctors, writers, actors, and even twenty year olds like themselves. She was amazing, and he had to give her props for that. He was impressed. It was only once that he saw Blair completely ignore a man with bleach blond hair. Well, actually, she turned around in the opposite direction when she saw him. So Chuck did the only thinkable action that moment: he walked over to him and stood right need this dude.

"Mr. Bass" the man said, and Chuck immediately hated the tone he used.

"Do I know you? You don't look familiar." Chuck said, scowling at the man. There were supposed to be no party-crashers unless he planned them.

The blond laughed and shook his head. "I think your date knows me, which must stand for something," the blond said before sticking out his hand "Jason Brentwood, writer for the New York Times. I'm doing an article about your gala, Mr. Bass."

Chuck's eyebrows furrowed as he glared at the man. He was almost certain he didn't invite the New York Times to come and interview his guest. But what did he know; Mark might have done so without letting Chuck know. That sounded something like Mark would do.

"Really? And how would my date know you?"

Jason shrugged, knowing better then to screw up Blair's cover. "We have some…history together, to put it nicely." He said, smiling in the process.

Chuck almost threw his scotch glass at his smug expression.

"Anything I should know about Blair?"

"That you're not the only one going after her. Excuse me, I have to ask a beautiful brunette for a dance," and with that, Jason left a very pissed off Chuck Bass in the dust. Chuck's face turned a little red as he watched the blond go over to his brunette and ask for a dance. But he immediately calmed down when he saw how hesitant Blair was to accept the offer. But the key word in that sentence was accept which means she could currently be seen dancing with someone other then Chuck. And Chuck was not all too pleased.

"What are you doing Jason?" Blair hissed, currently dancing with her 'on hold' boyfriend. Jason smiled at her, his arm loose around her waist. It didn't feel right to Blair, it felt awkward.

"Dancing with you, Blair. Is that such a crime?"

"Yes, yes it is."

Jason snorted and rolled his eyes. "You miss me, you know you do."

Now it was Blair's turn to roll her eyes. "You broke up with me. Not the opposite. I don't care about you anymore. I'm over you."

"Is that why you came with Bass?"

That question hit home, and Blair flinched. No, she came with Chuck for work reasons, right? Right? "I came because he asked me to come." She said simply, trying not to give anything away. Even though there was nothing to give away.

Jason was about to reply, when the song ended and Blair escaped his grasp. "Thanks for the dance." She said, before quickly scurrying to a waiter who had some champagne. She needed champagne to get her through this evening, since all she wanted to do was be left alone.

Not that that was possible considering the fact that as soon as she grabbed a flute of champagne Chuck appeared, looking rather pissed.

And he had a right! Some guy was hitting on his date. His date. And they weren't allowed to do that to Chuck Bass. HE WAS CHUCK BASS!

Blair knew that by dancing with Chuck, she was in dangerous territory. But what could she do? Deny her first love a dance? Luckily, neither could say something before a pair of blonds entered the circle of friends.

"B!" Serena van der Woodsen said, hugging her friend. Blair smiled and hugged her friend backed, pleased that something had actually gone right for once. Her date, Nate Archibald, was talking to Chuck.

"Nathanial, nice of you to join us. Who is this lovely lady?" he asked, nodding over to Serena.

"Serena van der Woodsen. We met through Carter Baizen." Nate said, smiling. Blair almost flinched, remembering her small obsession with that man. Carter didn't deserve to breath, let alone talk to her friends. But she was happy that Serena looked happier then she had in a long time.

"Nate, this is my best friend Blair Waldorf," Serena said, and Blair and Nate shook hands. He was handsome, if you liked blonds, but he didn't seem her type. He seemed to…perfect, was the word. And oblivious, which meant that he and Serena should be perfect together.

Chuck silently agreed to Blair's thoughts, even though he had no idea that was what she was what he was thinking. Serena and Blair excused themselves to go to the powder room (which was a code word for 'gossiping in the bathroom'), Chuck decided to ask Nate if he had any idea who this 'Jason Brentwood' duded was. He had no idea who it was.

"That dude over their" he said, nodding over to Jason "who is that?"

Nate shrugged. "He's part of the New York Times and Serena mentioned that he and Blair were serious for a couple years before he cheated on her for some brunette named Georgina, who happened to be Blair's roommate from college," Nate said, shrugging again "Why? You have a thing for Blair?"

Chuck shook his head. He didn't, she was just another piece of arm candy that he brought to the gala. Right? He didn't like getting all 'into his emotions' a lot, so he didn't want to think about it.

Blair, on the other hand, was interrogating Serena about Chuck and Nate…even though she wasn't interested in Chuck.

"So, what has Nate told you about Chuck?"

Serena sighed and shrugged. "Not much. Chuck's dad died two years ago in a car crash and Chuck really lost control. It's been about a year since Chuck's become normal again. He's a big womanizer and hasn't ever been in a relationship. Why, you like him?"

Blair shook her head. "No, you know that I don't mix business with pleasure. Chuck just asked me to come to the gala when we 'ran' into each other."

Serena snorted. "There's always a first." And with that, the two best friends exited the bathroom and back into the gala, where there happened to be a huge commotion concerning Blair's date.

When the girls were in the powder room and Chuck had finished interrogating Nate about Jason, Chuck decided that he needed to talk to Jason about his girl. Well, she wasn't his girl yet, but she could be.

"So, you and Blair had a big history together," Chuck said, trying to make small talk.

Jason looked at Chuck, obviously annoyed. "Yeah. I cheated on her, and now I want her back. Big whoop."

"She won't take you back."

"You wanna bet?"

And that was where Blair interrupted her ex and her date.

"Hey!" she said, trying to figure out what was going on. Both men turned to her and looked at her, surprised that she had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Nate and Serena watched on from the corner, knowing this was going to end badly.

"Blair lets go," Jason said, his hand wrapping tightly around her arm. She looked at him in shock, completely confused in why he wanted her to leave with him. He dragged the confused brunette away from the other brunette, who was looking on annoyed. "I don't want you hanging out with Chuck, he's bad news."

"Why do you care?" Blair shot back, still confused in why she was getting pulled away from her date.

"Because I want you back. Isn't that obvious from the ten messages and fifteen texts I've sent you?" he said, stopping to look at her. She tried to wrench her arm out of his grip, but he was too strong.

"Let me go!" she protested, only to have his arm tighten. And then suddenly, she saw Jason crumple to the ground.

"Shit," Chuck mumbled, shaking his hand, trying to numb the pain before looking back at the bleeding blond. "She said to let go. Listen to the lady next time," he growled his voice low and dangerous.

Jason held his nose and glared at Chuck, mumbling something under his breath. He knew better then to lunge at Chuck with his nose gushing blood. Chuck looked at Blair with concern, noticing that she looked pale.

"I hate blood," and with that, she fainted, almost falling to the ground if Chuck didn't catch her.

Ironically, she was an agent who had never seen a drop of blood in her work of field. You would think that she had seen gory wounds with intestines pouring out of it, but she hadn't and was planning to keep it that way. And blood was just icky.

Ironic indeed.

***

Blair stirred before her eyes opened, glancing around and wondering where the hell she was. The bedroom where she was looked completely…not like her bedroom. Actually, she noted that the bedroom looked kind of boyish. Something a boy would have.

And then it dawned on her: she had gone to the gala with Chuck, and Chuck punched out Jason. And then she saw blood, and BOOM, she passed out. Which meant that she was in Chuck's room, passed out on his bed, and that meant that he had carried her from the gala at the Plaza Hotel to his suite at his hotel.

Yeah, that so wasn't messing business with pleasure.

She rolled out of the bed, her feet landing on the carpet with a soft thud. Blair walked quietly out of the bedroom, trying not to think of how many girls had been in this room before, and went to search for Chuck. It was darker outside, she noted, which meant that either they had left a long time ago or she had been passed out for a long time, take your pick.

The petite brown frowned when her eyes landed on a rather large figure lying on the couch. A burglar! The burglar was on the couch, looking for-for-for the remote to the TV! She grabbed a loaf of bread and slowly walked over to the large thing.

And then she started hitting the lump with the loaf of fancy French bread, screaming random words at the lump before he grabbed the bread-and her-and pull them onto her lap.

"Waldorf, what are you doing?" a husky voice asked, sending chills up her spine. Blair stopped struggling and gaped at the lump.

"B-B-Bass?" she stuttered "What are you doing?"

"I was sleeping considering that its three in the morning," he said, glancing at his watch. Chuck then looked at what Blair had been beating him with. "Why were you beating him with a loaf of bread?"

Blair blushed. "I-I-I thought you were a burglar" she mumbled, allowing Chuck to let out a laugh. "What's so funny? I've been passed out for a couple hours and you could have been murdered by a very ugly, hairy, fat man!" she protested.

"So you planned to kill him with fancy French bread?" he chuckled, running his fingers through his already disheveled hair. Blair rolled his eyes and punched Chuck in the shoulder, ignoring the man's wince. "If that failed, you could have punched him."

Blair giggled. And then laughed. And then snorted. And before she knew it, the two of them were doubled over with laugh, Chuck's hand still grazing over Blair's waist. Then suddenly, Blair stopped and looked at Chuck.

"I'm hungry." And with that, Blair took the loaf of bread and wandered into the kitchen, with Chuck following behind her. She looked through his fridge, and sighed loudly. "You officially have nothing to eat," she complained before grabbing a bag of chocolate chips "except chocolate."

Chuck shrugged. "Chocolate is good enough for me." And they sat on the counter, a bag of chocolate between them.

Before she knew it, Blair was lying back down on Chuck's bed, feeling lonely. She rolled over again and again and again, and she couldn't get comfortable. "Chuck?"

"Mhm?"

"Will you come lay with me?"

And he abided to her wishes, walking in slowly, trying not to stare at her in one of his dress shirts. He laid down next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her close, his nose inhaling the scent of vanilla and strawberries. She inhaled the scent of scotch, smoke, and something else she couldn't exactly think of.

But they were both thinking about how close they were together.

And how their hearts were beating fast.

And how they, perhaps, could be something more then just what they were right now.

And although Blair knew better then to mix business with pleasure, she had a feeling that whatever they had, it was going to be hard to do. It seemed that she was pleased with her business arrangement.

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-Jessie