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AN: This is it! What you've been waiting for! Chuck on Blair action! Oops spoilers! This is a really fast update! Sorry? Not Sorry? I'll explain at the AN at the end of this chapter!
5. Sententia, Sententiae
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Blair looked at the clock and noticed that it was 5:30.
Yes, finally I get to go home!
She nearly squealed as she gathered her belongings and turned off the lights downstairs. It had been a long day and she was so ready to go home and take off her shoes and just go to sleep.
Hmmm maybe just a quick peek?
From her desk at the reception area she could vaguely make out Serena's desk. All her things seemed to be there but…where was Serena? She didn't remember seeing her leave today.
How odd.
But she paid no mind it to it and walked upstairs to find Carter. As the great Richard Bach once said, 'we magnetize into our lives what we hold in our thoughts' and she didn't need to be worrying about Serena.
She passed by every office, making sure to turn off all the lights and appliances that were left on. You'd think people would try to be more efficient and eco-friendly but noooo. Everyone just wanted to go home once the clocked stroked five, and all their responsibilities were forgotten. But I mean...could she really blame them?
Carter, also to her surprise, was nowhere to be found. She scanned his office and noticed that his blazer was still hanging off his chair.
And what are these? His shoes!
"Carter!" She yelled suddenly.
(Kind of frantically too if she had to admit).
Where the hell was this asshole? First Serena and now him? His wallet is still here? Now Blair don't jump to conclusions!
"Yes?" Carter finally called from the other side of the building's floor.
Thank god, she murmured and went to go find him.
What she found was a distressed Carter, sitting on the floor of the conference room with piles of papers all around him.
"I don't want to know," she murmured, setting down her bag.
"Park 79 and some other properties need paper work done and permits renewed, and the deadlines are all set for tomorrow night."
He sighed, trying to stack up and organize the papers as best as he could. It was kind of pathetic really but Blair just kept standing there watching him fail miserably.
"Batman could sure use some help Robin," he suggested.
She groaned but took off her heels and sat down next to him anyway.
"Hey, aren't I supposed to be Batman?"
"What makes you say that," he asked, handing her a few folders.
She took them from him reluctantly and shrugged.
"I don't know maybe because I'm always saving your sorry ass!"
"Hey we both know that's not true," he countered.
"Recently it's become sort of a habit though...don't you think Carter? You mess up I fix it. Ba da boom! Or should I say nanannanana Batman!"
"It wasn't like that in the past. Remember what I did for you back then you were so…dad couldn't believe…"
For a second she thought he was going to bring it up and he registered the surprise on her face. They both knew that topic was off-limits and they'd both agreed to never bring it up again.
But now that he almost had she was a little wary.
"Sorry," he finally said dismissively.
"I apologize for my lack of gratitude," she half-smiled and focused her attention back to the mountain of papers in front of them.
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They'd been working for the past two hours to no avail.
After they'd sorted the papers by property and date they sort of gave up.
Blair's stomach started growling half way through and at first it was just a small noise but then it kept on building up. Carter could not stop laughing and Blair eventually gave in too.
They started reminiscing about a time when they were about thirteen or so and had been hiding in Mr. Baizen's closet. They were looking for Christmas presents when Mr. Baizen decided to show up at the penthouse an hour earlier than expected.
Carter had quickly pushed Blair back into the closet and they'd almost gotten away with it. That is, until Blair's stomach started growling. She'd blown their cover!
They gotten caught, but Mr. Baizen hadn't been too disappointed (because he was rushing to get to another meeting). But they did get their allowances cut for a week, and Carter had called Blair, 'The Grizzly Growler' for about a month in retaliation.
So after they ordered some Chinese food and signed a few of the documents, Carter announced that he was going home and that Blair was welcome to leave as well.
He took their trash and went to gather his things from his office, while Blair picked up a few of the things in the conference room.
That's when Chuck decided to show up. He'd heard the laughing and noticed that the light from the conference room was on.
To his surprise he found his favorite little brunette, barefoot, and with her long hair piled high on the top of her head. She looked comfortable and he had to admit the little pout of concentration on her face was kind of adorable. She was struggling to carry a stack of papers from the table to a box when he spoke.
"Have you seen Serena?" He asked casually, and she dropped the stack of papers she was just carrying.
"Chuck! What the hell! I thought you left!" She practically yelled, and bent down to retrieve the now 'not-so-organized' documents she'd dropped.
"If I'd known you were going to freak, I wouldn't have said anything," he said kneeling to help her pick up the papers.
She looked up to meet his gaze and had to admit that there was definitely something about those eyes that screamed danger.
Best to stay away.
"Please," she scoffed, "you knew exactly what you were doing."
"Maybe," he simply shrugged and took a moment to analyze the documents. She would've scolded him further but he was helping.
Carter cleared his throat, realizing he'd interrupted 'a moment' of sorts.
"Blair I said you could go home, I'm leaving," he offered, motioning to the door.
"I know, I just need to pick up and re-sort these papers Mr. Bass kindly helped me knock over," she smiled, shooting death glares in Chuck's direction.
"Whatever, just make sure to lock-up before you go. And Bass, hands off," he simply stated before darting out of the building.
"Aye aye captain," he replied mockingly and Blair couldn't help but laugh.
"That's Batman mind you-"
"Oh does that make you Catwoman ma chérie?"
She shuddered at his words of endearment.
"Something along those lines I suppose, right next to indentured servant?" She smiled coyly before yanking the papers out of his hands.
"Touchy! Care to tell me why?" He asked, pouting.
"Ha! Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Actually I kind of would. I don't like it when my business partners are screwing each other behind my back."
"Screwing-what-wait what?!" she asked, kind of shocked he'd assume the worst of her.
They were standing up and facing each other now.
"Well obviously. I mean, take-out, late night conference room meetings, all the jokes? I mean what else could be going on?" he countered.
"Late? It's only 8!"
"How do you explain Carter's behavior then?"
"Wow Chuck for a second I thought you were actually kind of smart. But now you've proven me wrong, and apparently you're just as delusional as the rest of them," she yelled furiously!
Me? Screwing Carter? Ha!
"I'm sorry if Carter's possessive comments have me questioning your relationship," he defended.
"Carter's just as delusional! Hence the reference to, 'the rest of them.'" She retorted, poking his chest, and then she turned her back to him to get her bag from podium in the corner of the room.
"God! You're so infuriating," he muttered to himself.
Blair turned to look at him, probably to say something, but before he even knew what he was doing, he was leaning towards her, reaching up to gently hold her face with one hand, before bringing his lips to hers. He had a fleeting thought that told him this was very wrong, but the thought vanished as quickly as it had come.
She was caught off guard, he was sure of it, but he knew the instant that her surprise dwindled away. He felt her lips soften and become pliant under his, and he raised his other hand to cradle her face before it slid into the deep brown waves of her hair.
Blair drew as close to him as she could, pressing herself against his body trying to grasp at whatever part of him she could. His lips were soft on hers, and unlike their kiss from two weeks ago, they were undemanding as she pulled him in closer, she darted her tongue out to trace his, he opened up to her.
His hands moved from her face to skim over every inch of her body. Chuck gripped the back of her thighs and effortlessly lifter her onto the conference room table. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him in response. She ripped open his dress shirt and ran her hands over his toned (definitely not 'body-builder muscular' but still sculpted) chest.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly, and he felt a wave of warmth surge through his body.
They stopped suddenly, and Chuck rested his forehead to hers. He could feel the gentle puffs of her breath on his face as they stared steadily at each other.
She spoke first, "I've never slept with Carter."
Really Blair? Didn't you say that before?
"I know," he simply nodded.
"I should go," she whispered reluctantly.
They pulled away from each other, and she hopped off the table looking for their shoes. Neither of them said anything as they collected their items and walked downstairs.
He waited for her to lock up and take out her cell phone to call a cab.
"You know I could always give you a ride," he offered, motioning to the limo parked on the side of the street.
She looked at him warily…"I don't think that's such a good idea Chuck."
"Right," he responded, noticing her disheveled appearance. "See you tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow's Saturday Bass."
"I was just hoping," he smirked.
She smiled looking down; suddenly her shoes were the most interesting things in the world.
The cab pulled up to the curb but before she got in she yelled, "Forget this ever happened Bass!"
"Already have!" He replied, nodding while she shut the door behind her.
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Serena had been sitting in a taxi across the street for the past hour. When she initially saw Chuck's limo pull up she was going to go back inside to see what he wanted but she decided against it.
Then merely 20 minutes later Carter came out of the building...alone.
She smirked, he hadn't changed at all. Same haircut, same walk, same grim expression on his face. Except for the clothes. Blair had definitely picked those out. Or maybe some other woman?
Oh well, whatever.
She decided she'd wait for Chuck, because she was planning on spending the night with Nate at The Empire anyway...but for some reason he wasn't coming out.
She waited 10 minutes. Then 20. 40 minutes had passed and she was about to ditch him when she saw him come out with a Waldorf in tow.
Well, well, well, what do we have here?
They exchanged a few words and smiles and then she was on her way. She noticed him standing outside his limo watching her cab leave for a good five minutes.
Then he got in, and she told her cab driver to follow him.
"Shut it Blondie, I've been sitting here patiently with you for the past hour. I know where I'm going."
Serena laughed, "Keep the motor running for just a little while longer, I promise I'm going home this time!"
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The next morning Chuck woke up promptly at six.
He showered, shaved, and took Monkey out for a stroll through Central Park.
When he came back he noticed that both Nate and Serena were still lying fast asleep on the couch.
"Nate! Serena! coffee..." he offered.
Still no budge.
"Monkey go wake them up, they look ridiculous," he told the dog.
The dog obliged, but only nudged Nate's foot, which did absolutely nothing.
So Chuck went over and pulled open the blinds.
"What the hell man it's only-"
"7:30."
Serena woke up next and Chuck handed both her and Nate a cup of coffee, which they greedily took.
"Look I'd let you lovebirds sleep in but I have a meeting at noon. Which means I'll need Serena ready, and I need you gone Nate."
"What?"
"Perks of being an employee of the boss," he simply shrugged, dismissing Nate's protests that 'if Serena could sit in on a meeting he could sit in his room quietly'.
"How long is this pathetic excuse for a takeover going to take anyway?" Nate asked.
"It's not pathetic, it's strategic," Chuck replied, straightening his tie.
"Baizen Enterprises is weak, you said so as much yourself. I've gone through their numbers multiple times as well, they're no competition for Bass Inc."
"That's what you think Nate!"
"Whatever, Grandfather wanted to see me anyway," he admitted in defeat.
"I'm sure he did honey," Serena teased, ruffling his hair.
Nate made faces at both of them as he got up to go and shower, and they laughed in response.
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After they all had lunch and Nate left, Chuck securely locked the door behind him.
"Let me guess," Serena (who'd gotten dressed up and had a notepad ready) began, "there is no meeting."
"Perhaps," Chuck admitted gesturing for her to take a seat on the couch.
"Is this about-"
"I think we know very well who this is about."
She simply arched her eyebrow in response.
AN: Omg another update! In 3 days too! Anyway I said I'd explain myself so here goes: I'm an international student and I recently left my foreign exchange family in Florida so now I'm back in Italy for the summer! That means time to write and do as I please until September! So yeah hope you don't mind! Once again I'm doing this sans beta so sorry for any mistakes! & Please let me know if you want me to continue your reviews serve as inspiration so I'd like to personally thank these people for reviewing:
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