AN: Any mistakes are mine, because this chapter is unbetaed.
I'm sad to say that I don't own anything but the plot…
Chapter 16
The next morning the office is buzzing, on the staff's lips are both work and gossip. When Blair walks through the office around 2 pm, some people just smile, others blush and those gossiping stop mid-sentence. She saunters into Jenny's office and takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.
"I'm surprised to see you are gracing us with your presence today after all." Jenny smirks, not looking away from her computer screen.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Blair wonders, playing along with the conversation as assistants hurry in and out.
"I can think of a few reasons." Jenny eyes her, taking in her look and wondering where she found that. Probably Bergdorf's because it's doubtful that the Bassterd has anything that sophisticated hanging in his closet.
"Despite of what you might think, I had a very good night's sleep." Blair smirks.
"Spare me the details, please." Sighs Jenny with a roll of her eyes.
"I forgot. You had a live preview." Blair smirks as Jenny cringes at the thought.
"Can I have a word?" Jenny wonders.
"Well technically you're already speaking, so go ahead."
Jenny groans in annoyance before slamming the door in an assistant's face. "Don't you ever pull that stunt on me again."
"What stunt?" Blair wonders innocently, amusing herself with her clearly annoyed designer.
"Exactly!" Jenny throws her arms up. "The whole office has been buzzing about the shoot."
"Good." Blair smirks.
"How on earth is that good? You are making less sense by the second."
"Don't get overly dramatic Jenny." Blair rolls her eyes. "This is a perfect representation of what the ad campaign will cause among the upper class and around New York. Thanks to that unintended, yet very steamy photo shoot."
"Steamy?"
Blair appears to be searching for a better way to describe it. "Perhaps provocative suits it better."
"You think?"
"Don't get too cocky miss." Blair warns. "I still need to thank you, for taking all my clothes with you last night. Dorota had to bring me an outfit."
"You are welcome." Jenny smiles. "I hope you enjoyed the lecture that came with it."
"Oh. I did." Blair glares at her. "Chuck aided me in erasing it from my memory the moment she walked out." She adds with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Blair enjoys the way Jenny shudders at the thought, last nights images of her and Chuck, must come to mind again.
"Are the pictures on your computer?" Blair wonders.
"Yes." Jenny says. "I've put them in a folder named, do not open if you are a minor."
"You know that allures them even more right?" Blair laughs.
Jenny shrugs. "try Basshole, if the computer fails to find anything."
Seeing the pictures with her own eyes, Blair realises that not only do the clothes look perfect, they are very erotic and provocative as well, especially the ones where she sees herself sprawled over the desk, while he licks, sucks and nibbles away at her skin. The close up of her face looks fabulous, you're unable to recognise Chuck in the picture. All you see is his jaw line and his lips against her throat. The image flashes her back to last night and it all must have looked pretty damm hot.
"The next one is even hotter." Jenny comments.
Blair must admit she's right, the full frame shot of both Chuck and Blair is very erotic, as he stands in between her legs, pulling her body up from the desk as he brings her closer towards his own body. In the next one she sees how she just threw her head back and Chuck locks eyes with the camera, giving it his classic smug grin.
"What do you think mister Bass will think about those?" Jenny wonders as she clicks through the next few pictures. It are those when he captured her lips in a soaring kiss. On one photo you can see a hint of his tongue, before he pushes it into her mouth at the next.
"I'll think he'll proud." Blair smiles, already figuring out the perfect way to present them to him, preferable when she's alone with him.
"You'll think Bart will be proud to see the pornographic pictures you've taken with his son for your ad campaign?"
"Oh. Bart? He'll get over it." Blair shrugs. "I was thinking about another Bass."
"I could tell by the look on your face." Jenny mutters.
"Bart will get over it, once the money starts rolling in." Blair adds confidently. "He isn't spotless himself after all."
Jenny frowns at the comment. Wondering what Blair is referring to be decides to let it slide as they continue to debate which pictures could be used in the ad campaign. As far as Jenny is concerned the shoot has been a complete wait of time, money and effort and must be redone, but she's always been the conservative type.
- XOXO -
The meeting had officially ended about 45 minutes ago and yet he found himself stuck with George Smith in his office. The man was known to linger and apparently lacked any social skills because after the first round of scotch Chuck had specifically mentioned he had dinner plans at six which George had specifically ignored as he poured himself another scotch and offered Chuck one as well. Now about five rounds of scotch and a cigar later, the old man was still in his office. He knew he couldn't kick him out because, not only was this man one of his father's father friends, he had just handed Bass Industries a golden business deal on a silver platter that would make them easily millions of dollars, if they played their cards right. The man sitting before him had 24 hours to change his mind. If he offended him now, he could easily pull the deal and his father would never forgive him. The fact that Bart was able to sneak out after the meeting with the excuses that Lilly was awaiting him, didin't matter. He left the man in Chuck's hands and he would have to keep him happy for at least another 23 hours and 15 minutes. Chuck counted away the seconds while George talked about wife, oh he doesn't know or care, threw the remainder of his scotch back and continued to watch the time tick away on his expensive Rolex and prayed for George to stop talking and go home.
When George did, he looked up and found the man looking at his office door. That's when he heard it, the two female voices arguing outside his office.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Mister Bass is still in a meeting you can't go in." He heard Marie say.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" Hearing her voice, made him smirk.
"What's going on out there?" George wondered annoyed. Chuck simply smirked and waited. He heard her continue as there came no reaction out of Marie.
"Let me enlighten you. I don't have to care if Mister Bass is in a meeting. I'm allowed to interrupt."
He could imagine Marie gasp at her statement, because no-one was allowed to interrupt ever, except for her then… As it remained silent George opened his mouth so speak: "Glad your assistant was able to handle that…"
"Wait for it…" Chuck smirked: "three, two, one…" George eyes him with a frown as he counts back and yes, just like he expected, on the count of one the door of his office opened and there she stands with a proud smirk on her face.
George turns around startled in the leather one seat when Chuck almost throws a genuine smile her way. In the doorway stands a gorgeous young woman, dressed in a cream tight fitting, corseted bustier dress that stops mid-thigh.
"I hope you don't mind me interrupting, sir." Blair bats her eyelashes as she speaks to George, who still appears to be confused about this whole situation. "Did you arrange me some entertainment, Charles?" He wonders next, directing his question to Chuck.
"If I had know that I would have brought a friend…" Blair winks at Chuck, he smirks while he shakes his head at her perfect role play.
"You will do just fine." George smiles and he can see Blair hold back a shudder.
"Mister Bass doesn't like to share me." Blair bites her bottom lip as she eyes Chuck naughtily.
George raises his eyebrow at her statement, before he directs his full attention on the young man once more: "Charles, you know you shouldn't mask your appointments with the ladies for me. If I had know you had this kind of dinner date planned I would have been out of here a long time ago…" George smiles at Chuck, who's pouring himself another refill.
"I'm afraid it's my fault he's not perfectly groomed." He addresses Blair next.
"No problem, George. I'll give him a hand." Blair says playfully. The old man blushes and Chuck almost chokes on his sip of scotch.
"I'll leave you two to it before she cools off…" George gives Chuck a friendly pat on the back. Blair makes her way over to the bar, she's standing besides Chuck and empties out his glass of scotch.
The moment George closes the door behind him, Chuck traps Blair between the bar and his body. "Do you have any idea who that is?"
"No, but neither did you assistant about me."
"You like to play dangerous games don't you."
"No more than you do."
Chuck hums as he smirks.
"So enlighten me. Who's the old perv?" Blair wonders before she places her lips on the pulse point just underneath his jaw line and she starts sucking gently.
"That's not important right now." Chuck responds with a satisfying sigh. He can feel her smile against his skin. "What brings you here?"
"I almost forgot…" Blair admits with a played shocked expression. "Here." She says as she hands him a large brown envelope.
"What's that?"
"Yesterday's results…"
Chuck raises an eyebrow. "Really. That's fast..." He takes the envelope out of her hands and walks over to the sofa's. The fireplace is still burning lightly.
"Have a look." She says while she pours them both another glass of scotch. Chuck has already taken a seat and pulls the photo's out one by one while Blair continues to talk: "The whole office was buzzing about them this morning. It is the perfect representation of what kind of buzz it will create at fashion week."
"You should display them at the after party."
"I'm not sure the venue will be large enough to pull that off."
"Why not? Where are you hosting?" Chuck wonders.
"I'm still looking. Every club has been booked at least six months in advance and since this is such a last minute idea, I'm still without a place for the after party." Blair explains as she hands him his drink before taking her seat beside him.
"I'll let you host it at the Empire."
"Aren't you booked?"
"Yes. Some stuffy wedding. It'd double booked then…" Chuck smirks.
"Is there anything I can do to make your decision rule in my favour?"
"I've got an few idea's…" Chuck smirks devilishly… "But first we need to get the Upper East Side buzzing…"
"What do you have in mind?"
"A small, yet controlled leak." Chuck smiles.
"I like the way your mind works." Blair smiles before capturing her bottom lip between her teeth while she watches him fumble around with his phone.
"Now all we have left to do is wait…"
"I know the perfect time killer." Blair pouts her lips playfully.
"You're mind's as dirty as mine." Chuck muses before catching her lips with his in a passionate kiss. "I like it."
Blair smirks in response when their phones signal an update before moving in for a kiss, while her hands free him of his bowtie, pushing him down onto the sofa, in front of the open fireplace that is still smouldering away.
Blast_963258:
This' just in:
It appears that our French maiden,
has no maidenlike bone in her body…
While I have always known the French are open minded on their sexuality,
this is close to pornography.
However, the more pending question here is:
Who is the lucky man?
While I'm off to play Sherlock,
I'll leave you all to enjoy!
XOXO,
Gossip Girl
AN: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, it's not as long as the previous one, but I wanted to get the aftermath over with… ^^
Will the UES be buzzing when they see this? Anyhow GG has another exclusive on her hands… What will Jenny, Serena, Dorota think?
More importantly what do you think?
A thank you goes out to all the reviewers of the previous chapter:
BlackPeonyXx, Joy, BellaB2010, May, SunshineBoogie,
Lovetvtoomuch, Guest 1, SecretGG,
Guest 2, Shelbylee824, odyjha, Trigemini,
Thami, amymitchelxoxo, Cat8000…