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...?

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Chapter 8

Dorota,

big news:
I have my eyes set on a 6 beds&baths for us.
It has park views- you'll love it.
Prepare yourself for the move.
I can't wait to see you again.

Blair.

She hits the enter button on her blackberry and sends the e-mail, right before the elevator doors open to reveal a crowded and busy office. Correction: her crowded and busy office.

The first one to greet her is the receptionist: "Good morning, Miss Waldorf." She smiles. "These are your messages…"

"Thank you..." Blair nods, as she accepts the little pieces of paper.

"Alison." The blonde smiles again.

"Thank you, Alison," she repeats, looking up from the little pieces of paper in her hand, before walking off and past the loud chatter that is the coffee room. Suddenly, she stops in the middle of the doorway and looks sideways. "Good morning…"

The chatter stops immediately and all the girls turn to look back at Blair, holding their breaths. That is Blair Waldorf. They all look like deers caught in the headlights; within seconds they have paled and their pupils are dilated, a normal reaction to the fight-flight-freeze response once our body fears a dangerous situation.

"Don't stop on my account," Blair states as she turns and walks into the coffee room. The fake blonde, Sophie, gasps, setting of the rest of the cattle. All the girls in the room start to run around like chickens without a head, trying to put their cups into the dishwasher all together, bumping into each other as they try to do so. Some decide to flee out the door right away- they'll worry about getting their coffee cup returned later.

"Don't scare them like that…" Jenny speaks up from the corner, with an amused smile, while she rises from the table and walks over to Blair.

"But it's so much fun…" Blair laughs: "And it works every time…"

"What if they decide to run out the door one day…?"

"We both know they won't." Blair smiles, replaying the moment over and over in her mind, while she makes herself a very small and strong cup of coffee…

"True…" Jenny states matter-of-factly.

"I just love doing that…"

"It makes you look like Meryl Streep in 'the devil wears Prada'…"

"Good." Blair laughs. It's important that people fear her in her role as boss. From her experience, she has noticed that they respect her more that way, especially the older employees. She's only 26, after all…

"How was house hunting?" Jenny wonders while they make their way over to the conference room.

"Oh, that went very well..." Blair smiles and then starts to ramble about the gorgeous duplex she saw this morning. Before entering the conference room, she makes a mental note to herself to keep her phone on, in case Miss Abrams calls back with news on the offer she made. There's no hurry on the housing department, both Bart and Lilly have made it clear on multiple occasions that she's free to stay as long as she wants, but she isn't going to let a jewel like that go or worse let anyone steal it from her right underneath her nose.

The meeting begins with Blair greeting her employees: "Good morning. I want to welcome you all to the first meeting in our new conference room." She smiles kindly. "Now that everyone is settled in, I would like to take a moment to evaluate our progress so far. In less than two weeks, Waldorf Designs will present a new eveningwear collection for women to the American public for the first time in two decades. We will do that under major press attention and in one of the white tents in Central Park, known to the world as New York's Fashion week." When she says that, everyone in the room begins to cheer.

"I'm very pleased to see that all of you are still very full of energy, because we will need that in order to present a jaw dropping show and draw in potential buyers. Most of you are new to this firm so I would like to set a few things straight:

When you work hard, you get rewarded.

When it comes to designs, patters, models, shoes; you are never to make any decisions on your own.

You are all to sign confidentiality agreements, right here and now. Everything that has anything to do with this fashion house, the upcoming collection, fashion week and me is not allowed to be discussed outside of these four walls. If anything ever leaks to the press, I will not only fire your ass, but I'll make sure you'll never work in the industry again.

And last, but certainly not least; if I'm happy, you'll be happy.

Half way into the conference a knock on the door interrupts one of Blair's monologues. A few interns gasp at the icy look Blair throws towards the glass door: "Yes?"

Alison, now aware of the mistake she's made, pales before pushing the glass door open and entering with a rather large and soft pink box, finished off with black ribbon and a big black bow on top in hand: "This was delivered for you, Miss Waldorf."

"You can put it on my desk." Blair answers before turning to face her audience again."

"But the messenger said it was important." Alison interrupts again.

"Alison," Blair starts before walking over to the young girl, her tone low, cold and calm – a lethal combination: "it's not important unless I tell you it is. So, do us all a favour, stop interrupting those who are really working and just put it on my desk."

"But the messenger said that it's a time sensitive matter and that you must open it immediately." Alison pushes again: "He needs to get confirmation back to the sender, not only that it has been delivered, but that you opened it as well…"

"God! You're annoying!" Blair fumes before roughly pulling the package from the fake blonde's hand. "I'll be back in a second." She excuses herself to the remainder of her staff, whom are all eyeing her curiously, before walking out of the conference room and into her office, where she puts it down on the her desk before gently pulling the black ribbon in order to open the beautifully wrapped gift. Alison waits outside the glass doors, afraid to enter and watches Blair open the box. She raises her eyebrows in surprise the moment she lifts up the top of the box, when she eyes the Byzantium coloured lingerie set: a corset ensemble to be correct, the dark and rich purple stands in perfect balance with black lace on the edges and stockings to match it. On top she finds a little envelope: inside expensive stationary paper. The note on it is hand written:

If you think I waved the white flag this morning, you thought wrong.
I'm wearing something for you, so I got you something to wear for me too…
Only for my eyes to see, of course

- CB

The moment she realises it's a present from Chuck, she smiles a pleased smile at this unexpected turn in events. She then turns her attention back to Alison, who is still waiting outside Blair's office. Blair gestures her to come in. Alison enters.

"Close the door."

Alison does as she's told and closes the door after entering Blair's office. She walks over to Blair who's still behind her desk and takes a seat.

"Did I say you're allowed to sit down?"

The blonde rises to her feet immediately, straightens out her skirt in the process.

"I'll make it easy on you since it's your first day. That little scene you caused in there. Don't ever do that again. I'll let it slip for now, because it's your first day, but if you make another I'll have you packing up your desk before you've had the chance to install in the first place. Do I make myself clear?"

"Very much, miss Waldorf."

"Now go answer some phones..." Blair gestures her to leave

His day was filled with back to back meetings, because with Bart and Lily out of town he is the next person in line to lead the board meeting for Bass Industries and many, many other people, for that matter. His father only gave him with the news of his departure this morning, so Chuck's more than eager to keep his seat warm for a few days. He's counting the days until his father is ready to step down or take a step back, at least, and let him run the show up in that tower. However, that isn't going to happen any time soon, and he knows it. His father hates the reputation he's maintained, and has done so since high school. With no permanent mother figure in his life - until Lily came along, that is- and a father who is more interested in the ratings at Wall Street than his own son's school grades, who made a phone call or donation, whenever his son got into trouble. That's how the young Charles Bass learned that all could be bought with money, apart from one thing: genuine love and real friends.

After a day's work, Chuck sighs, closing his day planner and putting aside the folders he's filled with notes and idea's. He sent Marie, his assistant home about three to four hours ago, around six'o clock, so now he picks up the phone and speed dials the garage. "Arthur, can you bring the car out front in about a minute?" Chuck wonders and waits for the man to respond. "Thank you."

He hangs up, picks up the stuff he had gathered before making the call and makes his way over to his office. He drops a few folders on Marie her desk, just outside his office, before entering his own. He opens the door and quirks an eyebrow at the sound of music playing. He pushes the door open further and notices his gramophone playing slow jazz music in the corner. The sound of the dramatic saxophone playing is relaxing, but he doesn't remember leaving that on. The next thing he notices is the dimmed lightning - he definitely didn't change the setting and he doubts Marie, his assistant, did. This is getting stranger by the second. The smell of a cigar being smoked fills his nostrils. He steps in the room and the first thing he sees are the red sols of Louboutin heels facing him. Chuck smiles at the sight of them. She's here…

The shoes on top of his desk lead him to her long and thin legs and he licks his lips at the sight of them. The moment his eyes travel further up, he realises: she's wearing it: the dark and rich purple ensemble he bought her. A pleased smile forms on his lips and she returns it once their eyes meet. In one hand she holds the cigar, a glass of Scotch in the other that she places it at her red lips and slowly sips the amber liquid. He looks at her, with hungry eyes, as he slowly closes his office door. He waits a few seconds, deciding whether or not to turn the lock but for whom: everybody left right after the meeting anyway. The concierge might be making his round, but that doesn't concern him; his silence can either be bribed or bought, probably both for that matter.

"Are you going to keep standing there by the door?" Blair wonders, eyeing him from afar: "I don't bite, unless you specifically ask…" She places the cigar in her hand at her lips, and inhales, lets the smoke swirl around in her mouth for a few seconds, only to let it escape slowly from between her bloody red lips. Chuck looks at her with one raised eyebrow, as he slowly walks closer. He has never seen a woman smoke a cigar before, around here that's solely reserved for men, women don't touch them, most of them only complain about the awful smell or that the smoke pricks in their eyes.

"This is really good," she states, eyeing the large, dark cigar in her hand. "It's been a while since I've been able to truly enjoy one."

"It's a limited edition Cohiba, double corona," Chuck explains, still walking towards her. "What's not to enjoy about that?"

"The real Cuban kind?" She quirks an eyebrow at him.

"Of course." Chuck nods his response, her knowledge of cigars knocking him off his socks. "Did you expect anything less?"

"No." She lets the smoke escape her mouth in circles and sends them into his direction, seeing him smile genuinely at her little trick, "I'm not even going to ask how you got your hands on these." Blair bites down on her bottom lip with a devilish smile gracing her corner of her mouth, as she watches him trace his fingers up one of her black stocking's clad legs, that are still lying on his desk, still coming closer.

"All fruits taste better if they are forbidden…" Chuck answers huskily, looking down at Blair once his fingers touch the silk lace of the sexy lingerie set she's wearing. It was worth admiring when it was on the hanger in the store, but on her body, it's simply arousing. He continues to step around her and his finger traces along the fabric, moving up ever so slowly from her hip, over her flat belly and alongside the swell of her small but full breasts. Blair looks up to his face and down to his hand again, as her breathing slows down and gets deeper. His hand stops once he reaches her collarbone. He is crouched behind her, with his chin resting on her left shoulder, granting himself a perfect view of her chest.

"I didn't know you were a fan…" he continues.

"I am a fan of many things that you have still no clue about."

"And I am a big fan of dirty little secrets, so please, don't hesitate to share yours." Chuck takes a hold of the armrests and turns his desk chair, making Blair face him. In his attempt to do so, her legs fall off his desk. Now that she's facing him, he leans in even more.

Blair smiles as she thinks of the subtle suggestion he's made a few seconds ago: her being his apple in the garden of Eden, that is Bass Industries. He knows he can't eat it, but he's going to taste it anyway…

The phone on his desk interrupts their moment. Chuck growls annoyed at it. At the first ring Blair stands up, kicks the chair behind Chuck and gives him a push, having him fall back and into the chair. Blair herself takes a seat on top of his desk, kicks her shoes off and curls her right foot around one of the armrest of the chair, using it to pull him closer, before answering the phone in a rather seductive voice: "Chuck Bass's office."

Chuck smirks at her boldness. This could be his father on the other end of the line, checking in to get the details on the board meeting; they could both get into a lot of trouble, especially him…

"Yes, Mister Bass is here." Blair speaks up, eyeing Chuck who has opened his jacket and seated himself a little more comfortable in the chair. Blair's one foot is still curled around the armrest, while the other has found its way on his knee and slides over his pants, thigh and inner thigh towards his groin area, only to let it rest there on top of what she suspects is a hardened member.

"No, he's preoccupied," she states after a pleasurable sigh leaves Chuck's lips, when she gently massages him with her toes.

"You really don't want to know that." Blair giggles cheekily, while watching Chuck who is trying his best to maintain a straight face while she continues her little massage.

"Don't you see it on your little screens?" she wonders, revealing the caller ID to him: she's on the phone with Tom, their concierge.

"Oh, you don't. Well that's rather disappointing, isn't it?" Blair replies with genuine disappointment in her voice.

"OK. I'll tell him…" Blair hangs up the phone and turns her full attention back to Chuck. She lifts herself off the desk: "Come on, let's go home. Arthur is waiting in the garage."

"Where do you think you are going?" Chuck stands up and places Blair back onto his desk, while he moves himself in between her legs. If she thinks she can get away with her teasing, she's wrong. She's lost that chance the moment she performed her little massage. At first her clothing was just a tease for him, but by this point he has to restrain himself from ripping it off her body. He can no longer afford to wonder if she's good in bed, now he simply has to know. The real question is: can he make her give in?

Chuck leans in, holding on to her chin gently while placing his lips on her red ones. Blair's eyes flutter close as she responds to his kiss, by evening out the pressure. He pulls back, looking at her, waiting for those big brown eyes to look back at him. When she finally opens her eyes and dark brown connects with amber, something in the atmosphere changes. The sexual tension between them is like a cloud of smoke in the air, making them breathe heavily, while staring at each other. Chuck starts kissing the nape of her neck again: licking and nibbling the soft flesh, making her sigh. Blair her eyes flutter close and she bites her bottom lip. He moves his mouth up slowly until he reaches her earlobe, that he licks with the tip of his tongue. Blair moves her face towards his, capturing his lips with hers. Her move leaves him not alone frozen, but also submissive to her sudden dominance, hypnotising him for a moment. When she gently sucks on his bottom lip, a moan escapes him and Blair smiles pleased.

Chuck soon captures her lips in another passionate kiss, Blair's pleasantly surprised by his sudden dominance. It doesn't take long before their tongues are duelling over the dominant position. She finds herself lost in their moment and wraps her arms around his neck, massaging his scalp with the tip of her fingers, slightly pulling at his hair. He moans and somewhat groans at the mix between pain and pleasure she's giving him, while his kisses get even more heated. His lips move away from hers, to her cheeks, and down to her jaw, neck and collarbone. Blair let's one moan after the other slip past her lips as he nibbles, sucks, bites and licks her skin. Too caught up in the moment to realise it, she wraps her legs around him, connecting their still fully clothed bodies. She pushes the pinstriped jacket off his shoulders. Instead of letting it hit the floor, she throws on to the chair behind him: it is an exclusive Waldorf Design after all…

"I thought I asked you to rip it off my body…" Chuck whispers into her ear so huskily that she nearly gives in.

"Nice try, but I'm not going to destroy a Waldorf original." Blair smirks at the reminder.

There is nothing more arousing that someone shredding your clothes apart in the heat of the moment, when they can only be bothered with each other, when nothing else matters. She kisses his throat while gently removing his blue and lilac tie, as his hands move up and down her thighs, first gently, then roughly enough to leave red marks on her legs, through her stockings. Once she's freed him of his lilac shirt, and placed it neatly on top of the pile of clothes she created on his desk, he starts pulling on her stockings, trying to get them off. Blair gasps at his sudden roughness, while she lets her hand roam his chest and back. It doesn't take him much time to get rid of the remaining clothing. He isn't as gentle with the clothes still clad on her body, as she was with those on his, but his actions aren't rushed either. He's pulling at the non-co-operating fabric, almost angry with it, but without hurting her- unknowingly arousing her even more. The moment they connect it feels as if the world around them stops spinning for a moment Everything that was rough and rushed seconds ago, is now slow and gentle: as if they are trying to savour the moment for later, making it last long enough so they'll both remember it vividly later on.

Their actions can't be defined as classic lovemaking, since they are not in love, but that doesn't mean it any less passionate. You can't describe it as just sex between strangers either: their bodies work together a little bit too well for that, almost as if they have done this once before- even though they haven't. After their first encounter on his desk, follows a second on the sofa in his office. They start the third on their way home in the limo and finish it on his bed, before adding another round…

AN: Another wednesday and a new chapter update. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm anxcious to learn what you think about this sudden turn in events. Could you have resisted Chuck presuasion moves? Blair obviously couldn't. Are you happy or sad about that fact? Tell me what you think and I'll share a little secret, only if you promise you can keep it... Read and Review little darlings!

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