?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。
In a matter of seconds the entire roomful of writhing; sweaty bodies attacked the coat closet;
pulling on the nearest Fendi sheepskin or goose…down Gucci parka to protect their skinny bodies
from the cold before they dashed outside to frolic in the snow。
Serena giggled as she slipped into a beige fleece…lined down parka with a beaver fur?trimmed
hood that would have fit a giant Eskimo。 In the last two hours she?d drunk more champagne than
she had on New Year?s Eve and she felt giddy and warm all over。 Before she could even zip up
her coat; someone grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door with him。
Outside the snow had enveloped everything and the streetlights glowed gold on the downy white
blanket。 Without the constant honk and roar of traffic; there was a pleasant calm about the city; as
if it had finally gone to sleep。 Shrieking in merriment; the gang of models; stylists; and
photographers plowed through the thigh…deep drifts and began spiking balls over the volleyball net
with total disregard for the peaceful scene。
?Isn?t it beautiful?? Serena breathed。 She wished Aaron were there so she could kiss him and tell
him how much she loved him while stuffing a great big snowball down the back of his shirt。 But
he wasn?t?the party pooper?so she would just have to make do。 She turned to the guy holding her
hand。 It was the guy in the black ski suit; and he was tall; blond; and gorgeous。 Everyone there
was。 She let go of his hand and scooped up a handful of snow。 ?e here;? she beckoned him。 ?I
want to tell you a secret。?
He took a step toward her; his breath filling the air with steamy clouds。 ?What??
Serena stood on tiptoe and wrapped her arms around his neck。 Then she kissed his cold; smooth
cheek。 ?I love Aaron!? she squealed; stuffing the snowball down the back of his black ski suit and
tearing off through the snow to join the others。
The guy chased after her; grabb
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