gossip girl 4 英文-第11章

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got　cat　hair　in　it　the　minute　you　poured　it；　which　was　a　problem　Dan　dealt　with　constantly　because　
he　was　pletely　addicted　to　caffeine。　

？Do　you　want　me　to　face　the　camera？？　he　asked；　sitting　down　on　his　worn　wooden　desk　chair　
and　swiveling　it　toward　Vanessa。　？I　could　hold　the　notebook　in　my　lap　and　write　like　this；？　he　
demonstrated。　

Vanessa　knelt　down　and　squinted　through　the　camera　lens。　She　was　wearing　her　gray　pleated　
Constance　Billard　uniform　with　black　tights；　and　the　brown　shag　carpet　felt　bristly　against　her　
knees。　？Yes；　that？s　nice；？　she　murmured。　Oh；　just　look　how　pale　and　smooth　Dan？s　chest　was！　She　
could　see　every　rib；　and　that　nice　line　of　tawny　peach　fuzz　that　ran　up　his　belly　to　his　navel！　She　
inched　forward　on　her　knees；　trying　to　get　as　close　as　possible　without　ruining　the　frame。　

Dan　bit　the　end　of　his　pen；　smiled　to　himself；　and　then　wrote；She？s　got　a　shaved　head；　she　wears　
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。？　

bhas　hots　for　older　man　

？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　made　it　sound　like　she　
wanted　to　move　in　or　something。　

Owen　pulled　back　the　chair　opposite　hers　and　gestured　for　her　to　sit　down。　？So；　should　we　get　
started？？　

Blair　was　grateful　for　his　relaxed　but　businesslike　manner。　She　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the　
cushioned　chair　and　crossed　her　legs　primly。　？Yes！？　She　beamed　at　him　
enthusiastically。　？Whenever　you？re　ready。？　

The　cocktail　waiter　appeared　to　offer　Owen　another　drink。　He　ordered　a　Maker？s　Mark　and　
cocked　a　dark　eyebrow　at　Blair。　？Can　I　get　you　something　besides　a　Coke？　I　promise　I　won？t　tell　
Yale　or　your　dad。？　

Blair　scrunched　up　her　toes　inside　her　black　Ferragamos。　If　she　said　yes；　she？d　be　admitting　that　
she　really　did　want　a　drink；　and　if　she　said　no；　she　might　seem　like　a　prude。　？I？ll　have　a　glass　of　
chardonnay；？　she　told　him；　figuring　white　wine　was　the　safest；　most　ladylike　option。　

？So。　Tell　me　why　Yale　should　admit　you；？　Owen　asked　after　he？d　ordered　the　wine。　He　leaned　
across　the　table　and　lowered　his　voice。　？Are　you　really　as　bright　as　your　dad　claims？？　

Blair　sat　up　even　straighter；　twirling　her　littl