Seminary: Chuck Bass has it all: the money, the lifestyle and the women... What happens when he comes home after the summer and finds out his stepsister brought home a friend. Who appears to be a female version of himself... What happens when that particular stranger turns his Bass-world up side down... Is it possible for Chuck to have finally met his match...?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! The characters and gossip girl are property of the CW and it's creators.

Chapter 6

Good morning Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here,
I bring you the best hangover remedy there is: Gossip.

The first headline of the day is a big one...
It appears that our beloved Chuck Bass is a man of his word…
He got pretty close on closing the deal with the French maiden a few nights ago…
I even got a picture to prove it…

You know you love me…

The sound of his phone buzzing wakes Chuck up. He looks at the clock on his nightstand: only half past ten. With a big groan he falls back onto his pillow. After dragging himself out of bed and into the shower, he makes an appearance in the living room. He finds the whole family, minus his father and their guest Blair, around the breakfast table. "Good morning." Chuck greets his step mother and sister. He sits down while the chef pours him a cup of black Arabian coffee. He folds open the newspaper and starts reading.

His moment of peace and quiet is soon interrupted by Lily: "Charles…". She pushes down the paper and takes it out of his hands. "Something was brought to my attention earlier." Lily continues now she has his full, but annoyed attention.

"Let me guess, by my lovely step sis." Chuck glares at Serena as he pushes the words out between his teeth.

"I wouldn't have minded if it had come only from your sister, Charles. However, someone else shared interesting information about you as well… Your father had to go out to an emergency meeting involving investors who were interested in Waldorf Designs, but aren't anymore, mainly after they have been made aware of the interest you have taken in the young woman. They feel she is no longer reliable enough to invest in."

"First off, not my problem really," Chuck answers harshly. "And since when do men aged over 40 read or follow Gossip Girl?"

"Since they have kids who are your age or younger. And those do. You are aware of you reputation Charles…" Lily points out.

"Very." Chuck smirks: "I have built a hotel on that reputation. Or have you forgotten?"

"It's not funny, Charles."

"May I point out that Blair approached me, business-wise at least."

Lily looks at him with raised eyebrows over her cup of coffee. "Did she now?"

"Yes she did." Chuck tries to remain serious, but it's hard when his step-mother sits in front of him with a very surprised facial expression, with some doubt and disbelieve thrown into the mix.

"And why would she need your help?" Serena throws herself into the conversation.

"Why would she need the help of Bass Industries?" Chuck answers Serena's question with another one, directed to Lily.

Lily puts her cup down before replying: "Not for the money. But I bet you already know that."

Chuck gives her a nod.

"There is no big secret or scandal hidden behind that collaboration, Charles. Blair was offered to use Bass Industries as a springboard onto the US market and the Upper East Side. The girl was smart enough to realize she couldn't take that leap on her own and put her mother's company on the line. She needed someone to fall back on in case it backfired. That's why she accepted my offer"

"I knew this wasn't my father's cup of tea." Chuck nods in understanding: "And if it's a smashing success…?"

"Bass Industries get half of the profits made on US soil." Lily explains: "And so far it looks like it will turn out that way. That is, if you keep your nose, face and name out of it…"

"Why would someone like Blair come to you?" Serena wonders out loud.

"Because I appreciate fashion. And dress like it." Chuck replies rather arrogant. As if it isn't obvious: "She asked my opinion on something she is working on. Something only someone like me could help her with."
He holds the brown envelope in front of them.

"It is Blair's handwriting." Serena comments, eyeing the elegant and cursive handwriting thoroughly.

"So what's in it?" Lily wonders.

"Now that is classified." Chuck shrugs with a smirk: "I'm only following orders."

"He is." Blair confirms from the hallway: "I asked him not to show to anyone, or speak to anyone about the contents of that particular envelope."

She pours herself a cup of coffee, but doesn't join them: "Please understand Lily. He was the only one I could ask. The project is still in a very delicate state. If anyone found out, the competition would ravish upon it."

Chuck is surprised how easily they all accept her answer as true. It is true, but that's beside the point he's trying to make. The truth is, if any of her competitor designers would heard about it the element of surprise would be gone and she wouldn't be able to blow them away in about a week time.
Blair retreats back to her room. She's an even bigger maniac than him and his father combined on the work department. But then again, if he had everything riding on one event he wouldn't mind losing sleep over it too.

There's a very soft knock on her door.

"Yes?"

She hears the door open and close, without a word being spoken.

"Since when do you knock?" she wonders turning around in her chair, facing Chuck.

"I thought I'd be polite for once."

"Chuck Bass and polite," Blair jokes. "As far as I'm concerned those two don't really work well together."

"I just wanted to prevent another run-in and have some more agent provocateur lingerie involved in it." Chuck jokes huskily. He honestly wouldn't mind if that happened again. Really.

Blair smiles and then turns back around before asking her next question: "What do you think about the sketches?" Chuck is very surprised by the turn of events. It's almost like she is shielding herself from him and the response he's about to give. Blair Waldorf insecure? He didn't even know it was possible. Chuck walks closer and uses her desk chair to turn her around and face him before replying to the question she has asked. "They are very promising," he replies gently.

Within seconds, he sees the look in her eyes change from a scared little deer caught in the headlight, to the confident vixen he knows and desires her to be: "Are they decadent enough for Chuck Bass to wear them?"

"You really want to know the answer to that question?"

Blair pauses and appears to think it over, but nods a yes anyway.

"Make me one, so I can wear it for a day," he whispers huskily into her ear. "Then I'll tell you what I think about them."

"I'll arrange that. I will have a suit ready for you tomorrow. Is that ok?" she wonders.

He replies her with a simple nod. Blair eyes him curiously, then turns around, or better attempts to turn her chair, but unsurprisingly she isn't able to because Chuck's blocking it with his foot.

"I feared this. It was very un-Chuck like from you to do something for someone without wanting anything in return," she jokes. "Name your price."

"Just like that, huh?" Chuck smirks devilishly.

"Yes."

He leans in really close: "I want you…" He kisses her cheek gently. Blair's eyes flutter close at the tingling sensation of his lips against her skin: "…to rip it off my body that evening when I come home…"

Blair gasps at the thought of having to rip one of her own designs apart, days before they are about to be revealed: "Never!"

About an hour ago, she received the call she's been anxiously waiting for all afternoon and evening. The office is done, ready to be used tomorrow. She made it! With the help of Lily and many others, of course: without them, it would have been a disaster. Lily, the Saint, found an interior designer with a crew, willing to work double shifts through the entire weekend. She had very sincerely asked Blair if she wanted to know how much it would cost to get the entire thing done in time. Blair decided against it and thought it would be better to wait until the bill landed on her desk. The budget was big enough to worry about that later.

Now, she's standing in her office. A big mahogany desk fills up the large room, along with a personal library behind her on one wall, filled with books and magazines: organised alphabetically, of course. A large panorama painting hangs on the opposite wall, while a very large window on her right gives her a exclusive view of Central Park. The glass wall on her left gives her a clear view of the rest of the office. Two beautiful antique French chairs stand in front of the desk, made out of dark wood and covered with Chivasso fabric, while a Gainsborough desk chair waits for her to sit in. Underneath the very large painting stands a very large black lounge Chesterfield, accompanied by a tub chair on each side of it and a low mahogany coffee table in front. The dark furniture contrast beautifully with the clean white and glass walls. On her desk stands one of those 27 inch Apple computer screens, just like in all the other 6 offices. She spared no money or effort on the New York office and it payed off: she's proud of the result.

It's getting late and her caffeine buzz is wearing off. Blair called Bart the moment she received the good news and offered him an exclusive preview of the office. He gladly accepted, however he was still in an important board meeting that would end around 9pm. He stated he would stop by on his way home. Her Louboutin heels make that clicking noise every time they come into contact with the white marble floor, while she walks from her office to the lunchroom. She stops in the door when she is faced with a male back, clad in a gorgeous dark grey suit. Chuck turns around, with a smirk on his face and an espresso cup in hand, sipping the hot beverage.

"What brings you here?" Blair puts on the steamer and steams up some milk for her latte macchiato, making any form of conversation impossible.

"Already skipping the niceties?" Chuck throws back.

She eyes him, thinking it over: "Good evening, Charles."

"I'd prefer it if you called me Chuck."

"Oh, I know." Blair eyes him: "That doesn't mean I have to oblige does it?

Blair goes back to making her coffee and ignoring his presence in the room. She puts the warm milk into a large glass cup and pours in the coffee. She lets the dark liquid slide along her spoon so the milk and coffee don't mix, but form layers instead. On top she puts some foamed milk. He eyes her over the rim of his coffee cup. Once finished he places it on the counter, next to the machine, and stops to stand behind her.

"Frustration doesn't do you justice," he whispers in her right ear, while pulling her hand away from the hot beverage in from of her and pushing it out of her instant reach. Blair's body stiffens as a reaction to his surprise attack. He traces the skin on her neck with his index finger, along the collar of her navy blue dress, over her shoulder and upper arm towards her left hand. His head follows and he breaths huskily into her left ear. "He didn't know how to fulfill all your needs, did he?"

She's on full alert right now: 'How does he even know that…?'

Blair tries to get away, but he doesn't let her. Her attempt has the opposite outcome: instead of getting away she ends up even closer. Seconds ago his body was touching hers gently, now they are in full contact with her back against his chest. The only thing that withholds their skin from touching is their clothing.

Their hands are entwined. He brings her hand up with his and holds it firmly while he pushes her face a little up and to the left, gaining free access to her neck and throat. He places a single kiss on the skin behind her earlobe again. Blair eyes flutter closed. "I heard you," he continues gently.

"No you didn't. That's impossible," Blair bites back, snapping out of his spell. She pulls her neck away from his lips.

"It was around 1.30 am," he proves her wrong. " And you kicked him out less than an hour later."

"That's perverted, Chuck," she manages to pull herself free from his grasp and face him.

"And that little show you put up a few nights ago for my guest wasn't?"

"Touché." Blair stands before him, arms crossed.

"Let's stop tango-ing." He traps her again between his body and the counter, one arm on each side of her.

"Are you waving the white flag?" she wonders victoriously.

"Are you ready to rip some clothes?"

"What are you proposing exactly?" She purposefully doesn't answer his question.

"A way for you to relieve that frustration." Chuck moves in slowly once again, making their bodies touch again. Chest to chest this time around.

"Of course… Humble creature that you are."

"Is that a yes?"

Blair looks at him with a devilish gleam in her eyes. She traces her tongue gently and slowly over her bottom lip, licking and then bites down gently on it. She's aware that his eyes are glued to her mouth and neck. Like they are some sort of aphrodisiac. He moves in to claim her lips, but misses. Blair is able to avoid his kisses every time around and offers her cheek or gives him the corner of her mouth instead. He lifts her up and places her atop of the counter.

Blair gasps in surprise. He's standing in between her legs now.

"Share your bed with me tonight," he whispers his plea huskily.

His lips capture hers for a second. The kiss is rough, passionate and dominated by him. Blair pulls on his hair at the nape of his neck. He groans at the combination of pain and pleasure.

"Just once," he whispers against her lips. "I'll drop my conditions for your experiment in return…"

"No. I'll find someone else…"

His amber eyes change into a darker brown at her response. Somewhat angry, he tries to move in again. An attempt to continue their kiss, with the hope of getting her so riled up that she changes both her mind and answers to his proposal.

"Tata…" She shakes her head.

He tries again.

"Wait…" she whispers against his lips.

"What for?" Chuck asks annoyed.

The elevator dings. Blair gives him a rough push. He stumbles back and she is able to come down from the counter he previously placed her atop off.

"To be interrupted," she purrs into his ear. Blair licks his earlobe teasingly with the tip of her tongue. She then turns around and walks out of the lunchroom, leaving him hot and bothered. Check and mate…

"Good evening, Mister Bass."

"Miss Waldorf." Bart nods. "I've asked you to call me Bart."

"I know, but I like to keep business and pleasure separated as much as I possibly can." She eyes Chuck over her shoulder: he is standing out of Bart's eyesight and watches the playful banter between her and his father with disgusted eyes

AN: It's Friday once again, so that means another update on my story. I hope you enjoyed reading the playful and tension building banter between Chuck and Blair. And I'm hoping to read in a review what you think about how their relationship is going so far… And about the whole suit-thing that is playing between them. Are his demands to high? Or not? And more importantly do you think Blair will give in or not…?

As always will I take the time to thank my beta's for helping me getting this story error free.
And also all the lovely people that have red and reviewed the previous chapter(s).

Anther important note: I will no longer be able to update on Friday's, due to work schedule related issues.
I'm doubting between next Wednesday or next Saturday. Since Chuck and Blair are up to their ears in a game of their own, I was thinking we could play one as well: If this story reaches a total of 60 (or more) reviews by next Wednesday, then you get rewarded with a new update, if not then you'll hear from me again next Saturday.

XOXO, D.