Hey all! I know a lot of you were anxious for me to get to Victor, Victrola ;-) so I rushed to get this next installment out. Anyway, I'm excited for the next chapter too and I hope you guys let me know what you think of it. So enjoy this chapter for THE HANDMAIDEN'S TALE and remember reviews=Love. Happy Readings!! xoxo
The Handmaiden's Tale
"What is Nate doing?He's suppose to go find Connie and Iz. It's getting late and I'm losing heat," Blair scoffed angrily as she eyed the crowd before her and tried to ignore Chuck's very own heat wrapping around her as he stood inches away from her.
"Well you look ravishing...If I were your man I wouldn't need clues to find you," Chuck drawled in that sexy voice that made most women turned to mush. Blair was starting to see why.
"Well you'd ravage me I'm sure," she shot back sarcastically, searching for Nate anxiously.
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"Little Jenny Humphrey. Manages to get my pants off and have me not enjoy it. Quite the accomplishment," Chuck said with barely suppressed anger as he handed over to Blair the incriminating bracelet.
"Good thing someone else at the party was as lecherous as you, or you'd still be up on that roof. And no, I don't want to know what you had to do to get that tux," Blair said gingerly as she gave Chuck a small smile, an almost secretive smile, and turned to her waiting limo. "This is me," she said dismissively....
Twenty-Minutes-Earlier
"Apparently I don't need clues to find you," Blair laughed as she turned to the sound of scuffling feet on the rooftop gravel. She had escaped into the brisk night, hoping to get away from Nate, from Connie and Iz, from everyone. Her masquerade ball was ruin as was her evening planned for her and Nate. So she came out to the rooftop hoping to escape them all. And now here she was, staring at the Upper East Side resident bad boy in nothing but his underwear. Blair could hardly contain the laughter that bubbled up inside of her.
"I'm glad you're finding this humorous, Waldorf. I would share in your amusement if I wasn't freezing my ass off!" Chuck complained between chattering teeth. "Help me, will you?" Chuck groaned out pathetically, rubbing his arms anxiously and jogging in place to keep warm.
"Oh, right. I see it's mighty cold out here isn't it?" Blair teased as she stared down at Chuck's crotch and walked over to him slowly. She began to remove the wrap from around her shoulders and shoved it unceremoniously into his face.
"Don't play cutesy with me, Waldorf. Even in this weather, I'm the best you've ever seen," Chuck refuted quietly, as he took the wrap and snuggled into the warm material. Immediately, the unique scent of Blair Waldorf wafted through his senses and turned his blood into liquid fire.
"Sure you are, Chuck. Sure you are," Blair joked as she began dialing a number on her phone and turned away from Chuck as she spoke into the receiver. "That's right. Look stop asking me such trivial questions and bring me the suit. I'll meet you outside in fifteen."
Blair turned back around and faced Chuck with a winning smile across her rosy cheeks. "You're getting some sick pleasure out of this, aren't you Waldorf?" Chuck asked quietly as he felt his heart beat quicken at the sight of her small frame stalking slowly toward him.
"Of course. Besides, now you owe me. Big time," Blair stated wickedly with a glint in her eyes. She walked over, standing mere inches away from him and slid her hands to the front of the wrap around him. "Now, let's get you inside. And you can wait for me in the stairwell while I go get you some clothes. This is mine," she finished as she pulled the wrap off of him and placed it carefully around her.
Chuck grinned and winked at her. "I'll do whatever you want to make it up to you. Whatever..." he whispered as he began walking closely behind her.
"Gross. Keep your shorts on, Bass," Blair said as she elbowed him in the ribs to get him away from her. The warm breath escaping his lips and tickling her ear was making her feel antsy. Rushing forward, she pulled open the door to the stairwell and stepped out of the cold brisk air. Chuck was quick to follow and shut the door behind him.
"Finally. I thought I was going to be up there forever," Chuck sighed blissfully as his skin met the warm air inside the building. "Now about that 'thing' I owe you. I can make it up to you right now if you want," Chuck murmured seductively as he grabbed Blair's elbow, the same one that had previously slammed into his ribs, and pinned her against the wall.
Blair didn't know how to respond. Chuck Bass had her against a wall again, but this time it was all his doing. And his intentions were clear if the look in his eyes and the growing bulge between them was any indication.
"Are you aware of who you're dealing with?" Blair asked quietly, her usual strong nerve and quick wit escaping her at the moment.
"Of course I am. Why do you think I'm so willing to please you?" Chuck whispered softly, almost tenderly as he slid his hand across her cheek and stared into her eyes. "You're Queen B. The Queen. My Queen," Chuck continued as his hand trailed gently down her arm and paused at her hand where he fiddled with her fingers. "Did I tell you just how ravishing you look?"
Blair swallowed the nervous knot in her throat and nodded before finding her voice to squeak out. "Yeah. Earlier."
Chuck smiled wickedly. "Well. You look amazing tonight, like every night. But tonight you were my savior. And now I want to make it up to you."
He leaned in close, his breath mixing with her own, Blair frozen in her spot unable to move away from him, the scent of his cologne, his skin, his breath hypnotizing her, making her actually want to step into his descending lips. It was as if time stood still, his movements slow and methodical. She was anxious, nervous, but most of all curious. She wanted him to kiss her. At that moment, Blair Cornelia Waldorf was looking forward to being kissed by Charles Bartholomew Bass. Kissed and ravaged and made to feel like a woman like he had always promised.
And then her cell phone jingled and broke her out of his spell.
"That better be important," Chuck growled as he stared down at the phone in her hand.
Blair smiled, mustering up all her strength to lift up the phone she held on to in her Jello-like hands and answer the call. "Yes? Yeah OK. I'll be down in a minute."
"Nathaniel?" Chuck asked in annoyance.
"Dorota," Blair clarified as she mentally shook herself and gained her composure. "Hold on tight. You're savior has to perform one last good deed." And with that she disappeared out of the stairwell and back into the ball.
Five-Minutes-Later
"What took you so long?" Chuck asked as Blair snuck back up the stairwell and handed him over some clothes.
"Well Dorota brought an assortment of clothes. I had to pick from the pile," Blair explained as she turned around and allowed Chuck to dress himself.
"And this was the best you could bring?" Chuck asked outraged at the unflattering outfit Blair had put together for him. "I thought you had better taste than this, Waldorf."
Blair turned around angrily and stared at Chuck. "Well you have wandering hands. I figured I'd punish you for trying to take advantage of me," she said sweetly as she started descending the stairs. "Now hurry up. Everyone's leaving and I saw Nate looking for me."
"My hands weren't wandering, Waldorf," Chuck said raising his voice as Blair continued to walk away. "You let me touch you and you know it."
"Shut up, Chuck! Now move!" Blair shouted from the floor below, the banging of the steel door below him informing him that his Queen B was long gone.