Hey all! So this took me longer than I had expected, but hey I'm going through some stuff... Anyway I'm going to keep it short and simple. I will thank everyone with the reviews for this chapter because I really have zero time right now but I wanted to put something out. So REVIEWS=LOVE. Happy Readings!!! xoxo
Chuck's heart was racing as he made his way into the Bass-Waldorf residence and found the penthouse to be surprisingly quiet. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about those whispered words Blair had uttered into his ear that afternoon at the courtyard. She had slithered her way right behind him and murmured those husky words to him in a tone he had been replaying over and over in his head. You and I, we have some business to take care of tonight...
The way the words had melted against his skin instantly had him sweating and palpitating uncontrollably. The woman was like fire, scorching him and consuming him so quickly he hadn't seen it coming. Ever since this weekend, she had gotten under his skin and he couldn't shake the feeling no matter how hard he tried. He was Chuck Bass for Christ's sake. He wasn't suppose to be feeling so... shaky, so... breathy at the mere thought of her and what had transpired between the two of them. And he certainly shouldn't be allowing her to affect him so much after a few whispered words. So what if she'd said that they had business to take care of? It didn't mean anything at all. She may very well have something she needed to discuss with him... Or she could be looking to finish what had been left hanging this morning in the limo...
Chuck gulped and undid his tie, leaving it hanging open around his neck, as he ascended the stairs. The thought of the limo, and the things that had gone on in that now infamous place were engraved in his head unlike anything ever before. He could remember ever hushed word, every touch of skin, every catching of breath, every kiss, caress, lick, bite. And that had been the first time. Then there was this morning...
His pants strained painfully against his growing arousal and he cursed under his breath. This was honestly becoming quite ridiculous. Sure he gave in to temptation without a second thought, but it was scary just how responsive he was with her. With anyone really. He was afraid because he was responding period. It's just the thrill of the game, Bass. It's Waldorf after all. And she's soon going to be your step sister. It's just your fantasy come alive. That's all...
Chuck grinned in agreement with his thoughts and reached the top of the stairs. Reaching the hallway to their rooms he stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath before raising his hand and knocking gently.
"Come in," her soft voice instructed and he could already feel his heart beginning to strum nervously.
Pushing the door open he spotted her laying against her pillows with a book in hand, eyebrows furrowed and lip bit between her teeth in concentration. He found himself smiling at the look on her face, but the smile quickly vanished from his face as his eyes raked down her body and found her laying in nothing but a satin camisole that offered undisturbed views of skin, skin and even more skin.
"Chuck Bass, I've been waiting for you all afternoon," Blair beamed as she put down her book and stood from her spot on the bed, slowing rising to her feet, allowing Chuck to get a good look at her silky skin as she stretched her legs out under her. Moving her hips provocatively, she made her way over to him and stood a few inches before him. "What took you so long?"
Chuck fought hard to suck in some much needed air before he found his voice and was able to speak. "I.." he cleared his throat, "I had some things to take care of at Victrola. I came as soon as I was finished."
"Right..." Blair stated simply as she turned around and began to walk back towards her bed. "My mother and Bart are out for the night," she said as she bent over to grab her slippers and offered him an amazing view of her backside. Chuck felt his erection twitch and harden further.
"So...?" Chuck asked, not knowing what she was hinting at, but hoping it would be the very thing he was aiming for at the moment.
"That gives us time to... talk. As I said, we have some business to take care of," Blair turned and smiled at him then. Her eyes were dark and mischievous and he could already feel there was so much more meaning lying beneath her words than she was letting on.
"What kind of business?" Chuck asked carefully, not knowing if pouncing at her at this very moment was warranted. His hands were itching to reach out and touch her bare skin, feel the softness and warmth against his palm. This morning had happened too long ago, and he needed to feel her now.
"Nate," Blair said simply as she turned and eyed him intently. The carefree glow was gone from her eyes and she stared up at him with a dark intensity that bore into him.
Chuck felt his stomach sink at the sound of his friend's name and shuddered. Blair must have gone insane to believe he would be of any help to her in her ploy at winning Nate back. The idea of Nate and Blair together once again was repulsing. "I don't think I can help you, Waldorf," Chuck said as he turned and began to walk away.
Blair hurried after him and shoved the door shut just as Chuck had managed to open it a few inches. "Wait!"
Chuck turned around slowly, the feel of her chest pressed against him because of her nearness giving him ample reason to stay rooted to where he stood. "What do you want?"
"You owe me, Bass," Blair murmured softly as she looked up at him. Her lips were parted ever so slightly and he wanted nothing more than to crash his own lips against them.
"I think I've repaid any debt to you over the course of these past few days," Chuck responded smugly as he allowed himself to graze his hand along her bare arm. He felt her stiffen beneath him and brought him immeasurable pleasure to know he affected her as much as she was affecting him.
"That... we... we must never speak of that," Blair struggled to say as she allowed herself to grow accustomed to Chuck's warm touch instead of pulling away and demonstrating any reaction to his touch.
"Why is that?" Chuck continued to prod, feeling on higher ground for once in the entire day. Here he was familiar. Here he was comfortable.
"Because... It was a mistake. One not to be repeated," Blair tried to state firmly. Instead her voice was breathy and her face had grown flushed.
"Unlikely that it won't," Chuck breathed close to her face, having leaned in close and invading her space.
"No. It won't," Blair managed to say with more confidence. "Our parents are getting married. It'll never happen again. The events of that night will never be mentioned again. Is that clear?"
"Not as clear as the memory of you purring in my ear, which I've been replaying over and over..."
"Enough!" Blair emphasized as she turned and walked across the room, needing the distance from Chuck's body and silken voice. "Look I called you because I have a proposition for you." Straight to the point, she needed him out of her room quickly before she did something stupid.
Chuck smiled as he walked over to her bed and sat down. "A proposition? What are the terms?"
"As I said, Nate..."
"Yeah I heard that part, Waldorf. What about Nathaniel?" Chuck asked dryly, his sense of humor gone now that the conversation had steered back to his best friend.
"Don't get testy, Bass. As I said, you owe me. Considering you never got me the information I had asked of you and I got you Victrola," Blair gloated as she took a seat on the chaise that adorned her room.
"That worked out well for the both of us. I recall opening night was quite something for us both," Chuck laughed as folded his arms and waited for Blair to continue.
She glared at him angrily before she spoke again. "So you say... Anyway, being the astute person that I am, I didn't need you to help me gather the information I desired."
"What... don't tell me you know who Nathaniel has been bagging?"
Blair cringed at the thought and sat up straight. "As a matter of fact, I do."
Chuck grinned. "Must've broken your heart," Chuck half-joked, but his intentions were to gauge her reaction and see how much truth their was to his words.
Blair rolled her eyes as she stood. "Nate no longer has any affect on me," Blair said assuredly as she walked over to the bed and stood before Chuck, the gleam back in her eye, the confidence back in her strut.
"So then what's the point of all this?" Chuck asked exhausted of waltzing around the point of the discussion.
"He hurt me, not that I care to admit that. But he did. And I want.... restitution," Blair finished as she took hold of Chuck's loosened tie and pulled him closer, forcing him to bend his head back in order to look up at her.
"And what do I have to do with any of this?" Chuck murmured softly, his face almost pressed against her stomach, his hands rising automatically and gripping her waist roughly.
Blair's breath caught at the feel of his hands so possessively wrapped around her, but she refused to allow it to distract her. "Jenny Humphrey."
Chuck's grip loosened a bit as he pulled back slightly and stared up at her in confusion. "Come again?"
"Freshman Virgin?" Blair stated sarcastically, completely unable to comprehend how boys went about their lives without knowing every single person that ran in their immediate circles.
"OK... I think I remember her... What about her?" Chuck asked, still not entirely sure what Blair was proposing.
"Seduce her. Claim her. Ruin her," Blair whispered out hotly as she pulled his tie from around his neck and wrapped it around her own. She grinned down at him wickedly.
Chuck stood from his spot on the bed and grabbed her shoulders in his hands. "What? What does that have to do with Natha-.... Wait. Don't tell me... Little Jenny Humphrey is Nathaniel's new squeeze?" Chuck smiled right before he erupted into laughter. "You're telling me that Nate... that he chose to go out with the freshman trollop?"
Blair frowned as she shoved his hands off her shoulders and moved away. "Don't remind me. I saw them... ugh!... I saw them sucking face. It was beyond disgusting."
Chuck continued to chuckle as he threw himself on the chaise that Blair had previously been sitting on. "So that's your grand plan? Ruin Nathaniel's relationship?"
"Ruin Nate's relationship. Ruin Humphrey's reputation. Two birds with one stone," Blair said confidently as she took a seat on the empty corner of the seat and beamed happily. "They'll both regret having messed with a Waldorf."
"Waldorf-Bass," Chuck corrected in amusement as he leaned forward and ran his hand down Blair's shoulder and arm. He felt her shiver beneath his touch.
"Whatever," Blair murmured, her voice dropping an octave or two at his touch. "Are you in?" she breathed out.
"What's in it for me?" Chuck whispered as he leaned close and spoke against her ear, causing a wave of warm air to crash against her sensitive skin.
Blair sighed out and turned her head slightly to look in his eyes. "You owe me..."
Chuck shook his head in disagreement, his eyes sparkling with a new light. "This is far more than what I had agreed to before. So I repeat... what's in it for me?"
Blair swallowed visibly and he could see her chest constricting as she fought for breath. "What do you want?"
His signature smirk graced his lips and she feared she was about to make a deal with the devil.