black all the time； she needs a new pair of bat boots； and she hates to wear makeup。 But she？s
the kind of girl who believes in you and secretly gets your best poem published in The New
Yorker。 I guess you could say I love her。
It was probably the corniest thing he？d ever written； but it wasn？t like he was going to publish it
in his ？Greatest Works？ or anything。
Vanessa inched forward some more； trying to capture the fervent white of Dan？s knuckles as he
scribbled away。 ？What are you writing？？ She pressed the record…sound button on her camera。
Dan looked up； grinning at her through his messy bangs； his golden brown eyes shining。 ？It？s not
a poem。 It？s just a little story about you。？
Vanessa felt her whole body warm up。 ？Read it out loud。？
Dan scratched his chin self…consciously and then cleared his throat。 ？Okay。 ？She？s got a shaved
head 。 。 。 ；？？ he began； reading what he？d written。
Vanessa blushed as she listened and then dropped the camera on the floor。 She walked on her
knees over to where Dan was sitting； pushed his notebook out of the way； and laid her head in his
lap。
？You know how we？re always talking about having sex but we？ve never done it？？ she whispered；
her lips brushing the rough cloth of his army…green cargo pants。 ？Why don？t we do it right now？？
Beneath her cheek she felt Dan？s thigh muscle tighten。 ？Now？？ He looked down and traced his
finger along the edge of Vanessa？s ear。 She had four piercings in each ear； but none of them had
earrings in them。 He took a deep breath。 He？d been saving sex for a moment when it seemed
poetic andright 。 Maybe that time wasright now ； a spontaneous moment。 It seemed especially apt
and ironic when in exactly an hour he？d be back at Riverside Prep； sitting in last…period AP Latin；
listening to Dr。 Werd read Ovid in his over…the…top Latin…nerd accent。
Introducing double…free…period sex？the latest offering on the spring curriculum。
？Okay；？ Dan agreed。 ？Let？s do it。？
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？Would you like another Coke； miss？？ the bow…tied cocktail server asked。
？No； thank you；？ Blair answered； keeping her eyes glued to the door。
All week long her mind had been on one thing only： her interview with Owen Wells。 She had
even done some research on the Internet so she could ask him pointed questions about Wells；
Trachtman； & Rice； the law firm where he was a partner。 Now it was finally Thursday night and
she was sitting alone at the corner table in Leneman？s Bar in the pton Hotel； waiting for him。
The bar was crowded； mostly with middle…aged men in custom…tailored suits； discussing business
deals over bourbon on the rocks； or sitting with bleached…blond women who were very definitely
not their wives。 With its golden walls； crisp white tablecloths； and forties jazz music； the bar had
an air of sexy sophistication。
Blair had spent almost three hours getting ready： one to shower and blow her hair out into a neat；
preppy coif that framed her face in an innocent yet intellectual manner； one to dress in her new
belted Les Best jersey dress； which she had paired with her lucky pair of three…inch Ferragamo
heels； to give her an extra bit of confidence and height； and one to apply natural…looking makeup
for the fresh； healthy glow of someone who always got twelve hours of sleep because she never
went out and never went near a cigarette or a cocktail。
Right。
It was still only a quarter to nine； but if she drank any more Coke； she？d have to pee so badly
she？d never make it through the interview without wetting herself。 What Blair really wanted was a
shot of Stoli； but with her luck Owen Wells would stroll through the door just as she was knocking
back the shot； confirming his worries that she really was just a flaky party girl who only wanted to
go to Yale to get drunk and seduce the captain of the crew team； possibly getting pregnant in the
process and forcing that innocent； previously upstanding Yale male to marry her and work like a
slave for the rest of his life to keep her in the style she was accustomed to。
Just then an extremely well groomed businessman sitting at the bar spun around on his
gold…painted barstool and smiled at her。 He had wavy black hair； bright blue eyes with long curly
lashes； and distinctly arched black eyebrows。 His face and hands were deeply tanned； as if he
played tennis in the sun every day of his life； and he was wearing a gorgeous navy blue wool suit
with a crisp white shirt and simple gold cuff links。 Blair didn？t usually notice older guys； and this
guy was at least thirty…eight； but he was so handsome； it was impossiblenot to notice。
？Are you Blair Waldorf； by any chance？？ he asked in a deep； familiar voice。
Blair nodded tentatively。 ？Yes？？
He slid off his stool and walked over to her table； leaving an empty glass tumbler behind on the
bar。 He held out his right hand。 ？I？m Owen Wells。？
？Hi！？ Blair jumped to her feet and took his hand； feeling pletely confused。 First of all； Owen
Wells was her father？s colleague； so he should have been old； badly dressed； balding； and fat。 Not
that her father was。 Her father worked out with a personal trainer every day； wore designer clothes；
and had great hair。 But he wasgay 。 Second of all； Owen Wells had said he？d be wearing his Yale
tie； and this guy wasn？t wearing a tie at all； just a crisp white dress shirt； unbuttoned so she could
see the top of the clean white undershirt he was wearing over his muscular chest； which was
probably just as tan as the rest of him。
Not that she was thinking aboutthe rest of him 。
Third of all； she hadn？t expected Owen Wells to behot 。 He looked so much like Cary Grant inAn
Affair to Remember that she wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him to forget about
Yale； she was his；all his 。
Blair came to her senses in time to realize that she was still grasping Owen？s hand。 She shook it
as firmly and confidently as she could； alarmed by her mind？s total inability to focus on the task at
hand。 She was meeting with Owen for one reason only： to impress him so she could get into
Yale。 ？Thank you for taking the trouble to meet with me；？ she added hastily。
？I？ve been looking forward to it；？ he replied in his thrilling； manly voice。 ？I just remembered I
told you I？d be wearing my Yale tie。 Sorry。 It pletely slipped my mind。 I even saw you e
in； but I didn？t think it could be you。 I wasn？t expecting you to be early。？
Immediately Blair wondered if he？d noticed that she？d spent twenty minutes in the bathroom
after she？d arrived； or that she？d kept wiping her nose on her cocktail napkin and studying her
face in her Stila pact mirror to check for any unsightly blemishes； like a stray eye goober
or？God forbid？ a pimple。
？I？m usually early；？ she answered。 ？I？m never late。？ She took a nervous sip of Coke。 Was this a
good time to tell him how impressed she was with his work on theHome Depot vs。The Learning
Channel case？ Should she pliment his suit？ She took a deep breath and tried to focus。 ？I like it
here；？ she declared and immediately regretted it。 It was a nice bar； but she mad