It was late in the evening; Chuck Bass was lying on his couch flipping the channels on his 40'' inch plasma TV.

He turned his head as the elevator ring sounded and Tiffany came strolling out wearing a black coat that went to her knees. Chuck sat up almost immediately at her presents. Tiffany pushed her hair behind her ear as she approached Chuck.

"I see you've come to..." he trailed off eyeing her lustfully as if undressing her with his eyes "Make desert a bit more fulfilling" Chuck said

"What? No," She said quickly and began to unbutton her coat.

"Then what are you doing here?" Chuck asked following the open path each undone button left till she got to the last one.

"Well..." She started and took the coat off her shoulders and fall down her arms. She then handed the coat to Chuck who absent mindedly dropped it on the floor. She wore a blue low cut dress that curved each part of her body, the straps thin and tied behind her neck. She grabbed her long brown hair and pulled it to her right side and laid it on her chest. "I should have realized who I had bumped into this morning. You're Jack Bass's nephew," she said.

"Unfortunately" Chuck said dully "What's it to you?" Chuck asked

"I'm his assistant"

Chuck laughed. "I hate to tell you this, but I'm pretty sure he didn't hire you because of the work experience you may have" Chuck said.

"You don't have to tell me that twice, but that's only a small part of the reason why I'm here" Tiffany said

"Oh great there's more, if that reason has nothing to do with your clothes being somewhere other than on you in my house, then I'm bored" Chuck said. Chuck pivoted and walked back over to his couch.

"I want to bring Jack down and out of Bass Industries for good," Tiffany said before Chuck laid back down. Chuck looked at her and mischievous smile spread across his face. He then walked over to her an inch of space left in between their bodies, less than an inch between

"...And why would you want to do that?" He asked in his cool lay-back voice. He trailed a hand down her arm and trailed in back up, then back down.

Tiffany could feel his warm breath on her face and could smell the clear traces of California Chardonnay. She looked deep in his eyes with an intimidated look and spoke. "The same reason you want to, someone needs to put him in his place and what better person, or persons, to do that than the two people he hurt the most." She said in a low voice, seductive and convincing as she could.

Chuck contemplated for a moment. His eyes looking to the side as he thought then looked back at her. "Okay, you've got me. So what's your big plan?" he asked

"Simple, you sit back and relax while I dig up what I can about Jack, give it to you, you present it to the board and hopefully we found something incriminating to take him down for good."Tiffany said.

"How do I know this isn't some kind of trapping you and my Uncle cooked up together so you can snoop around? End up finding something to make it harder for me to get the Company back" Chuck asked.

"Ask your friend Nate and then you'll see how serious I am." Tiffany said.

Again, Chuck thought for a moment, but this time kept his eyes on her. "So, how do you want to make this deal official" He asked.

Tiffany gulped; she could feel the sexual tension build up in her with the words he spoke. However, she wondered if that was the only thing that he wanted all along. Agreeing to go along with her plan was only a way to get in. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but feel the erotic sensation Chuck Bass filled her soul with. It clouded a good part of her judgment and the caring part seemed to be clouded the most.

"A kiss?" She proposed. A kiss she thought to herself, she could have proposed anything and the best she could do was a kiss? She figured it was best and probably the safest thing to do considering he was filling her mind with not so innocent scenarios, naughty ones that could happen between them.

A smile spread across Chuck's face which made Tiffany's nerves stand on edge even more, was he thinking the same thing. Chuck brought his right hand to her chin and lifted it up and brought his lips to hers, sharing a soft innocent kiss. The elevator bell rang which signaled the end of their kiss and they brought their attention to the elevator.

"Chuck!" Blair shouted storming over to him. Nate also walked in behind Blair his hands in his pockets. "Where were you today, huh? There was a meeting today, about your semester!" Blair shouted. She looked at Tiffany, furrowing her eyebrows.

"I had to go home, as you know, since you're the one who posted on GossipGirI, informing others of my "New Look"," Chuck said. Blair simply smiled.

"Dude, my phones up stairs" Nate said not wanting to get in the middle their spat.

Chuck looked past Blair to see Nate still standing there. Blair took to giving Tiffany a dirty look. "Yeah" Chuck said giving Nate the okay then looked back to Blair.

"Isn't that the girl who gave you your 'New Look"," Blair asked.

"The very girl" Chuck asked.

"What's she doing here?" Blair asked

"Oh, don't mind me; I'm a total Blair and Chuck fan. You won best couple on GossipGirl, which I so wasn't surprised. You guys are great with each other." She said. Blair raised an eyebrow and looked at Chuck who was staring at Tiffany.

"There's a guest room up stairs, just take a right, the room at the end, I'm sure its's best for our business together," Chuck said.

"Right, of course" Tiffany said and walked over to the steps and started up them. She came to the top and took a continuing down the hall. As she passed the 1st room her attention was then brought to Nate who was holding two phones out.

"Whatchadoin?" Tiffany asked with the utt most curiosity in her voice as she entered the room. Nate looked up at her then back to the phones.

"Transferring my favorite picture in the world from my friend's phone to mine and deleting the other" Nate said smiling. "There we go" Nate said a second later and looked up at her,

"Nate what are you doing?" Tiffany asked, sighing not amused with his actions.

"Giving Jack a warning" Nate said.

Tiffany shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "Why are you even wasting your time with this?" Tiffany asked.

"He doesn't have the right to put his hands on you and If you're not going to say something then I will" Nate said.

"I don't need someone to talk for me, Nate" Tiffany said annoyed.

"That maybe so, but in this case I think you do" Nate said

"Why are you helping me Nate? We barely know each other," Tiffany said walking closer him.

"Like I said, no one has the right to put their hands on you," Nate said. Tiffany smiled. . As much as she appreciated his good intentions, it was none of his business, Jack is her problem and planned on handling him her way. She looked down at the phones then back to Nate, an idea popped in her head. She acted quick and pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

"Well, since you're going to do a favor for me, it's only polite to return it," she said impishly. She grabbed his face pressing her lips to hers, shoving her tongue into him mouth in an ardent manner. She ran her hands through his soft brown hair, stroking her lips and groping his tongue. She felt him kiss back and wrap his arms around her waist. His lips were soft and could taste the faint flavor of tooth paste in his mouth. She couldn't help but laugh as she rolled them over having him lay his weight on her. In situations like this, the weight of a guy was only to pleasing for her, usually lost every sense. But she had an objective; the picture needed to be deleted.

"Wait, we can't do this. We're in Chuck's bed" Nate breath as he had pulled away looking her in the eyes, searching them for answers.

This was her chance. "The guest room?" Tiffany smiled.

"Perfect" Nate said smiling back as he continued to breathe heavily.

He got off her and off the bed and grabbed his friend's phone. Tiffany then snatched Nate's phone before he could and held it up. "Hah ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," she sang.

Nate's jaw dropped. "Tiffany, give me my phone back" Nate said holding a hand out.

"It's a good thing we have the same kind of phone, because we'd be here all night looking for that picture." Tiffany said ignoring his demand. "Here we go and…delete" she said.

"Tiffany-" Nate stopped knowing it was no use. Tiffany tossed his phone at him and Nate caught.

"Hope we can do this again" Tiffany sarcastically voiced and walked out. Nate looked down at his phone and sighed deeply shaking his head.

Nate walked back downstairs to see Chuck picking up what was Tiffany's coat.

Chuck looked at him and cocked his head to the right. "What happened to your hair?" Chuck asked.

Nate ran a hand down the front of his hair to fix it. "Don't ask" Nate said sighing."I got my phone, I'm going to head out, and I should get home" Nate said.

Chuck nodded. Nate came outside taking his friends phone out his pocket and saw the picture on the screen. "That was a close one" he said to himself.