This chapter is also un-beta-ed. I apologize for any grammar mistakes that might have been made.

Chapter 13

The next couple of days went by in a blur. Dorota's arrival was truly a godsend. Blair wondered how she coped without her loyal maid this past time. Now she could really focus on work and leave all the domestic area's for her to handle. As always Dorota performed, like no other can, to meet Blair's high standards.

First she aided in finally getting the condo contract signed, doing all the errant work - running to the layers, making sure that the contract was free of any loopholes, unless they were in her favor. Going back to Vanessa Abrams so she could draw up a new one, and then had that one checked too, then she came to Blair to get in signed and then dropped it back off at the property shop, so she could pick up the keys and start coordinating the move. She hired the painters, worked out color boards with the interior designer so Blair could pick one and the painters could start work the next morning. She removed all personal belongings from the previous owners and replaced it with Blair's.

Meanwhile Blair cleared the air with Jenny and they are once again partners. Her secret project is coming along perfectly. Most of the drawings have been turned into real-life clothes. The classic Waldorf Design women's line is as good as ready for the upcoming New York's Fashion Week. The second to last faze in the process because once the models are selected, she just needs to assign them certain outfits and get them fitted. It's straight towards the finish line right now.

Blair slams the door to a close, after another very long day. She places her keys and purse on the end table in the hall before continuing to enter her very own New York apartment.

"Good evening, Miss Blair." Dorota approaches her, taking her summer coat out of her hands.

"Thank you Dorota." Blair smiles

"How was goodbye dinner at the Van der Basses?" Dorota wonders with a small smile.

"Lily outdid herself, as always." Blair sighs, while taking off her high heels. They have been killing her feet all day long and she's happy to finally free her feet of them. "But now I'm in need of a long bath, some macarons and a bottle of veuve clicquot."

"I'll go get that ready for you, miss Blair, but you have a visitor." Dorota informs her next gesturing towards the living room.

"At this time?" Blair wonders, glancing down at her watch. She slips her feet back into her shoes, before walking into the large living room. She can see him turn around at her approaching footsteps. "Chuck? What are you doing here?"

"It appears that my invitation has gotten lost in the mail." He stands there all gorgeous, holding a glass of scotch in his hand. His coat rests neatly folded over the back of one of her leather sofa's.

"Invitation? To what?"

"The christening of your apartment." He grins "Or has someone had to honor of deflowering you bed with you?"

"You clearly have had enough to drink tonight."

"Perhaps." He shrugs it off, throwing the remainder of his scotch back , before she can get a hold of the glass.

"Is that why you missed my moving-out party at your parents house?"

"Yes. And. No."

Blair frowns.

"Let's worry about the details later." He brushes the pending conversation away. "You know I prefer to talk after…" Chuck walks over to Blair, like a predator to his prey. Blair awaits him, arms crossed and small smirk in place.

"We both know you don't leave much room for talking in general."

"You know me too well." Chuck smirks, before moving in for her lips, kissing them gently, waiting for her to respond.

Blair pulls away when she hears the rattling of a silver tray behind her. She turns her head to the side, before addressing Dorota.

"I think we'll go for some Camille tea, Dorota."

Chucks sees that as an open invitation and he leave no second to waist before moving in on her neck.

Blair can see the many questions pop up in Dorota's mind, but she knows she'll hold on to them until their guest has left.

"Camille tea?" Chuck wonders against her neck.

"Uhu."

"I'm not drinking that unless it's spiked." He pulls away for a moment, moving his lips from her neck to her jaw line.

"Really?" Chuck pulls away at the obvious sarcasm in her voice.

"That's all you're going to get."

"I'll have you instead then." He muses in her ear. "Nothing is more sobering than a few rounds of mind-blowing sex." He licks her earlobe with the tip of his tongue.

"Here's the Camille tea you requested, miss Blair." Dorota puts it down on the small table.

"Thank you, Dorota."

"Where are my manners." Blair pushes Chuck away, who protests the lack of contact with a groan. "Chuck. I want you to meet Dorota."

"We've met." Chuck, who's now standing behind her, mumbles against her skin.

"You have?" Blair wonders.

"Yes." Chuck responds before continuing his make-out session with Blair's neck and throat.

"Mister Bart introduced Mister Chuck as his son, when I was there packing up your room." Dorota explains, giving Blair the what-are-you-thinking look.

Blair simply smiles in response. Dorota turns around, making her way up the stairs towards her own apartment, attached to Blair's. Dorota's giving it a rest for now, but Blair is sure she'll get her lecture tomorrow.

"Finally alone…" Chuck muses. She can feel him grin against her skin, while his hand moves up her thigh.

"Come." Blair grabs his hand and walks his over to the sofa. "Let's start here..." She whispers into his ear. Chuck immediately starts attacking her neck again. She however pushes him into the sofa the moment she feels his lips against her skin.

"I like it when you get all bossy..."

"Then you'll be very happy with what I have planned for us..." Blair smirks. She takes the teapot and pours him a cup of tea. "Drink." She orders.

"I think we somehow mis-communicated." Chuck says matter of fact-ly.

"No. You just misinterpreted." She smiles sweetly. "Now. Start drinking. I need you sober, well rested and somewhat sexually frustrated for tomorrow."

"Sexually frustrated is no problem right now." Chuck mutters, now that he realizes she's not kidding.

AN: I know it's a shorter chapter then you usually get, but they take so much more time to write and to get them published. So I decided to end the chapter where the scene ends.
Of course I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know what you're expecting to happen next. I haven't started on the next chapter yet, so all options are open… R&R, my darlings!

You'll hear from me soon…
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