Another Meeting of the Round Table

Later that afternoon, at the same round table . . .

His smirk had faded. An hour ago, Dan Humphrey had zealously praised Chuck Bass as his superior. It was sheer delight to hear Humphrey admit that he was his superior, even if it was blatantly obvious. However, the glow had passed. He grew bored of hearing Humphrey and Nathaniel recall their mild tales of sexual triumphant from last night.

As he half-listened to the boys detail their exploits, he smiled warmly while he remembered the details of his own night. His little advisory discussion with them yesterday had put plenty of ideas in his head. When he got home to Blair, he ended up acting out a few of the ideas that he suggested to the young lads beside him. She cursed at him for being insatiable, but she never refused him. His little minx had it as bad as he did.

Suddenly, Humphrey caught his attention when he mentioned that Vanessa was enthusiastic about their future encounters together. Chuck smirked. Finally, he had something to play with tonight. Swirling his scotch, he rumbled a chuckle deep in his chest.

Dan eyed him with suspicion. He dared to ask, "What?"

Chuck had his opening, "Are you sure that she was as interested as you are? Your amateur enthusiasm might have been a little too invasive for her first time."

Dan scoffed at him, but Chuck caught the uncertainty in his eyes. He hid his delight by taking a pull from his glass. Cautiously, Dan confessed, "She seemed thrilled last night."

"And Vanessa isn't shy with her opinions," Nate added for good measure.

"Or, she might have spared your feelings," Chuck suggested, "Your relationship is still new."

"She enjoyed it and is looking forward to more," Blair interjected. Clearly, the subject left a great distaste in her mouth. She pulled a folded piece of paper from her clutch and handed it to Dan. Her expression remained unchanged as she informed, "You will need those before you see her tonight."

Dan opened the list and eyed the items. He looked at Blair and then Chuck. The suspicion read all over his face. Looking at Nate, he wondered if he was being set up. Blair huffed, "I had the horrid experience of hearing about it this afternoon with Serena. Now, go. You've been dismissed."

Dan vacated his chair, more to escape Blair than anything. He had one last word, "The air has grown vile. Excuse me."

Blair narrowed her eyes as Dan left. Instead of claiming his seat, she sat down on the arm of Chuck's leather chair. She turned to Nate, one down and one to go.

"Serena had to run out of my room before I had a chance to tell her to keep the outfit that she borrowed today. Nate, please tell her when you see her tonight. She was excited to go to PJ Clarke's. Why in the world she would be so excited about going there is beyond me?" she commented.

Nate's eyes grew hazy for a second as his imagination flew. He stumbled rising from his seat. He stammered a quick goodbye, "Yeah, I'll tell her. See ya."

"Alone at last," Blair turned her attention to Chuck. She allowed her body to slip off the arm of his chair, so she fell into his lap.

"How did you find me?" Chuck wondered with a soft smile.

"I texted Arthur," Blair informed him.

"It seems I'm not the only insatiable one," Chuck breathed into her ear before latching onto it briefly. He caressed her earlobe quickly with his tongue.

Blair pulled back standing up. She positioned her knee between his thighs until it brushed the crotch of his pants. Her hands covered his wrists holding him down in the chair. Through heavily lidded eyes, she told him, "It sounded like Dan and Nate enjoyed the same things you did last night."

Causally, Chuck replied, "Boys will be boys."

"You know there is one thing that they got last night that you didn't," she stuck her tongue out and swept it across her lower lip. Her gaze dropped to his pants while her knee brushed against him gently.

"Blair," Chuck growled. His breathing had increased visibly.

"Let's go, Bass. I'm feeling adventurous tonight," she made unspoken promises.