gossip girl 4 英文- 第26部分

A　frail　older　man　wearing　a　purple　velvet　smoking　jacket　and　round　black　glasses　smiled　up　at　
her。　？You？re　the　film…maker；　right？？　he　asked。　

Vanessa　nodded。　？I　guess。？　

The　old　man　waggled　a　bony　finger　at　her。　？Don？t　take　your　gift　too　seriously；？　he　said　before　
wandering　away。　

Duke　bent　down　and　spoke　urgently　into　her　ear。　？I？m　staying　at　the　Hudson。　Wanna　go　back　to　
my　room　for　a　drink　or　something？？　

Vanessa　knew　she　should　have　told　him　to　fuck　off；　but　she？d　never　been　hit　on　by　a　gorgeous；　
dumb　surfer　dude　who　could　have　hit　on　any　one　of　the　models　in　the　room　but　had　chosen　to　hit　
on　her　instead。　It　was　really　kind　of　flattering。　And　hadn？t　that　old　guy　just　told　her　not　to　take　
things　too　seriously？　Thank　God　she？d　gone　to　all　the　trouble　to　remove　the　hair　on　her　
legs。　？Maybe　later；？　she　replied；　not　wanting　to　shut　Dork　down　pletely。　？It？s　kind　of　snowy　


out　right　now。？　

？Right；　duh。？　Duke　slapped　himself　on　the　head　with　a　goofy　laugh。　？Want　to　dance　instead？？　He　
held　out　his　hand；　his　arm　muscles　rippling　invitingly。　He　looked　like　he　never　missed　a　workout　
and　survived　on　a　diet　of　protein　drinks　and　wheatgrass。　

Vanessa　tugged　on　her　red　shirt　again　and　took　Duke？s　hand；　following　him　out　onto　the　
throbbing；　crowded　dance　floor。　She　couldn？t　believe　herself？shehated　to　dance！　At　least　no　one　
she　knew　would　be　watching。　

　Oh　yeah？　

audrey　keeps　her　clothes　on　

Because　the　snow　had　bee　pletely　unnavigable　and　they　were　trapped　downtown；　Blair　
decided　that　the　most　attractive　option　was　to　get　a　suite　in　the　hotel　upstairs。　

？We　can　watch　TV　and　order　room　service；？　she　whispered　enticingly　in　Owen？s　ear。　？It？ll　be　
fun。？　

The　room　was　luxurious；　with　a　king…sized　bed；　a　sunken　Jacuzzi　tub；　a　flat…screen　plasma　TV　
hanging　on　the　wall；　and　an　impressive　view　of　the　partially　frozen；　white…washed　Hudson　River。　
Owen　called　room　service　and　ordered　a　bottle　of　Veuve　Clicquot；　filet　mignon；　pommes　frites；　
and　chocolate　mousse　cake；　and　when　it　came　they　lay　on　the　bed；　feeding　each　other　cake　and　
watchingTop　Gun　on　TNT。　

？How　e　you　and　your　wife　split　up？？　Blair　asked；　forking　a　piece　of　cake　into　Owen？s　open　
mouth。　Chocolatey　crumbs　fell　onto　the　white　450…thread…count　Egyptian　cotton　pillowcases。　

Owen　dipped　a　teaspoon　into　the　cake？s　frosting　and　offered　the　spoon　to　Blair　to　lick　off。　？We　
haven？t。　。　。　。？　He　hesitated；　his　gorgeous；　shapely　eyebrows　furrowing　as　he　considered　his　
answer。　？I？d　really　rather　not　talk　about　it。？　

Blair　smiled　sympathetically　as　she　let　the　frosting　melt　on　her　tongue。　She　liked　playing　the　role　
of　the　other　woman。　It　made　her　feel　so　。　。　。powerful　。　Across　the　room　on　the　huge　flat…screen　TV　
Tom　Cruise　and　Kelly　McGillis　were　making　out　on　his　motorcycle。　？Did　she　go　to　Yale；　too？？　

Owen　picked　up　the　remote　and　pointed　it　at　the　television。　Then　he　put　it　down　again　without　
changing　the　channel。　？I　don？t　know；？　he　replied；　sounding　exactly　like　Blair？s　little　brother；　Tyler；　
when　he　was　watching　TV　and　their　mom　asked　if　he？d　done　his　homework　yet。　


Blair　grabbed　the　remote　and　began　flipping　through　the　channels。　AFriends　rerun。　Wrestling。　
MTVCribs　。　She　wasn？t　sure　if　she　liked　the　boyish　side　of　Owen。　She　much　preferred　
theman　。　？She　didn？t　go　to　Yale　or　she　did？？　

？Uh…huh；？　Owen　answered；　spooning　a　huge　bit　of　cake　into　his　mouth。　？Astronomy　major。？　

Blair　raised　her　eyebrows　as　she　watched　Sean　？P。　Diddy？　bs　give　a　tour　of　his　Upper　East　
Side　manse。　Owen？s　wife　sounded　like　a　genius。　What　kind　of　person　became　an　astronomy　major　
anyway？　Someone　who　wanted　to　be　an　astronaut？　She　wished　Owen　had　said　his　wife　hadn？t　
gone　to　college　at　all；　but　that　she　just　sat　around　watching　dog　shows　on　TV　and　eating　Krispy　
Kreme　donuts。　That　in　the　end　she？d　weighed　five　hundred　pounds　and　he？d　been　forced　to　sleep　
in　the　guest　bedroom　until　eventually　moving　out　altogether。　There　just　hadn？t　been　room　for　him　
anymore。　

Blair　flipped　over　to　AMC；　her　favorite　classic　movie　channel。Casablanca　；　starring　Ingrid　
Bergman　and　Humphrey　Bogart；　was　almost　halfway　through。　The　Germans　had　just　invaded　
Paris　and　Ingrid　was　frightened。　

She　settled　back　on　the　pillows；　missing　the　way　her　long　hair　used　to　fan　out　around　her　face　in　
a　way　she　imagined　must　have　been　irresistible。　？Sometimes　I　pretend　I？m　living　in　those　times；？　
she　told　Owen　dreamily。　？It　just　seems　so　much　more　sophisticated；　you　know？　No　one　wears　
jeans；　everyone　is　so　polite；　and　all　the　women　have　the　best　hair…styles。？　

？Yeah；　but　there　was　a　war。　A　big　one；？　Owen　reminded　her。　He　wiped　his　mouth　on　a　white　
linen　napkin　and　settled　back　against　the　pillows　beside　her。　

？So？？　Blair　insisted。　？It　was　still　better。？　

Owen　reached　for　her　hand　and　Blair　shifted　her　gaze　away　from　the　TV　to　study　his　
profile。　？You　know　you　look　exactly　like　Cary　Grant？？　she　whispered。　

？You　think？？　Owen　turned　his　head　to　look　at　her；　his　blue　eyes　smoldering　sexily。　

？I　cut　my　hair　to　look　like　Audrey　Hepburn；？　Blair　admitted。　She　turned　on　her　side　and　rested　
her　head　against　his　manly　chest　in　its　crisp　white　shirt。　？We　could　be　Audrey　and　Cary。？　

Owen　kissed　her　hair　and　squeezed　her　hand　gently。　？Here？s　looking　at　you；　kid；？　he　murmured。　
With　his　free　hand　he　began　to　rub　her　back　and　Blair　could　feel　his　gold　wedding　band　knock　
against　the　bumps　in　her　spine。　

Outside　the　snow　was　falling　harder　than　ever。　Blair　watched　it　fall；　unable　to　relax。　It　was　sort　of　
impossible　not　to　think　about　Owen？s　genius　astronaut　wife；　sitting　home　alone　as　she　wrote　out　
impossible　astronomical　equations　on　a　blackboard；　all　the　while　wondering　about　her　husband。　
Even　if　Blair　and　Owen　did　look　exactly　like　Audrey　Hepburn　and　Cary　Grant；　Blair　was　pretty　


sure　the　nice　girls　Audrey　played　didn？t　lose　their　virginities　in　hotel　rooms　with　married　older　
men；　no　matter　how　deep　the　snow　got。　Why　not　end　the　film　here；　while　it　was　still　good？　

Owen　was　breathing　deeply　now　and　had　stopped　rubbing　her　back。　As　soon　as　Blair　was　sure　he　
was　asleep；　she？d　slip　out　the　door　and　ask　the　concierge　downstairs　to　call　her　a　car　home。　After　
all；　she　had　a　reputation　to　maintain。　And　it　wasn？t　like　she　was　ditching　him。　

The　best　way　to　keep　a　guy　intrigued　is　to　disappear。　

some　girls　have　all　the　fun　

？Snowball　fight！？　Serena　cried　at　the　top　of　her　lungs　to　no　one　in　particular。　She？d　been　dancing　
with　a　pack　of　tipsy；　half…naked　Les　Best　models　and　her　blond　mane　was　matted　to　the　back　of　
her　neck；　creating　a　sort　of　unidreadlock；　beach　hair　effect。　She？d　been　relieved　of　her　I　
LOVEAARONT…shirt　for　a　cool　four　thousand　bucks　by　her　old　friend　Guy　Reed　from　the　Les　
Best　boutique　and　was　now　wearing　only　a　hot　pink　La　Perla　demibra　that　looked　like　a　bikini　top。　

？Snow　volleyball！？　a　guy　shouted　back　even　louder。　He　was　dressed　in　a　black　ski　suit　from　the　
Les　Best　ski　line；　black　fur　boots；　and　a　pair　of　black　fur　earmuffs　clung　to　his　ears。　He　pointed　out　
the　huge　bar　windows　to　where　a　volleyball　net　had　been　set　up　outside　on　the　snowy　sidewalk。　

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