[I took a break from my pre-school spa treatment to respond to the thousands of texts I've gotten. Ok, UES, I'll throw you a bone. Another little birdie sent me this pic of the two getting into C's limo. I wasn't expecting a hook-up to report too! Well, this girl, who we'll call M, isn't gonna give in to C that easily… I'll make sure to take him off my forwarding list for this one: it's not every day you get to take a Bass by surprise. You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl. ]

Miranda was impressed with herself – she'd managed to find the one thing that Chuck was interested in besides sex – Gossip Girl.

"Wait, so you actually know Gossip Girl? As in, you've talked to her? In person? She is a girl, right?" She laughed at his eagerness – they'd just stepped inside the limo! "Yes, Chuck, I talk to her all the time, and, yes, she's been telling the truth, she is a girl." He leaned towards her, excitement in his eyes. "So, who is she? What's she like?"

Miranda just rolled her eyes, "Yea, Chuck, I'm just gonna tell you my most important secret just because you asked me." Chuck reached into his jacket pocket, "I'll pay you. Whatever you want." She just laughed at him again, which was infuriating to Chuck – people don't laugh at a Bass very often.

She reached a hand towards him and pushed his check book back into his jacket, "Honey, you couldn't pay me enough, even if you are Chuck Bass. Besides, I don't need it." He drawled, "Don't be stupid, everyone needs money. Even those of us with deep saving accounts."

She matched his smug smile, "Maybe you do. But I don't. Sorry to burst your bubble, Chuck, but you're not the richest person in the UES anymore." He stared at her, confused, waiting for her to continue.

"Not only am I a Dunkirk, one of the oldest families of Scottish nobility, my father is also one of the most successful silent partners in the movie business. He's invested in almost every major blockbuster in the past decade. In fact, he just informed me that his firm has been doing so well that all the money he made from Iron Man has been transferred to my account."

Chuck's eyes widened a little, "So why don't you have a cute Scottish accent?" "Because I've been living in LA since I was 6." "Then what are you doing here?" He leaned a little closer and put his hand on her knee, "Not that I'm not happy to have you here…"

She leaned into him, moving her lips just past his to his ear, "Well, you see…" She felt his hand slide slowly up from her knee to her thigh and she quickly pulled back and pushed his hand away, "Oh, the driver's made it once around the block, I need to get out here."

She tapped on the glass and opened her door before Chuck could recover from her sudden rejection. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, "Wait, wait, you don't have to leave yet, what were you going to tell me?"

She snatched her hand away, but patted his cheek condescendingly, "Sorry, Charles. I guess you'll just have to wait for Gigi to text you the deets." He looked confused and she laughed again. Chuck would have been extremely pissed off if she wasn't so dang intriguing… and sexy. "Gossip Girl? GG? Gigi? Try to keep up, Chuck."

She smirked at his exasperated expression. "See ya tomorrow, Chuck. Can't wait to have you hit on my again," she said with her most sarcastic smile, and slammed the door in his face.

[ Sorry to get your hopes up, but I'm not letting you in on the secret just yet. But I couldn't help but share this juicy pic with you all. Sure, M was only in the limo for a few minutes, but look how high her dress is pushed up… Knowing M, though, it's not likely Chuck got a quickie… did the Bass just get rejected? You know you love me. XOXO, Gossip Girl ]