gossip girl 4 英文-第17章

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out　on　a　night　like　this。　I　was　just　so　。　。　。bored　。？　

The　cocktail　waitress　came　over　and　Owen　ordered　a　Bombay　Sapphire　martini　straight　up。　He　
pulled　a　pack　of　Marlboro　Lights　from　his　pocket；　put　two　cigarettes　in　his　mouth；　lit　them　both　
and　passed　one　to　Blair。　His　black　eyebrows　furrowed　with　brooding　concern　as　he　gazed　at　her　
with　his　piercingly　bright　blue　eyes。　？You？re　not　in　any　trouble；　are　you？？　

Trouble？Blair　took　a　drag　off　her　cigarette　and　considered　her　answer。　If　you　could　call　having　a　
crush　on　your　older；　married　Yale　alum　interviewer　trouble；　then　yes；　she　was　interrible　
trouble。　？Maybe；？　she　replied　coyly。　？Are　you？？　

The　waitress　brought　Owen　his　martini。　He　ate　the　green　olive　floating　inside　it　and　then　wiped　
his　mouth　with　a　cocktail　napkin。　A　trace　of　dark　five　o？clock　shadow　cloaked　his　sharply　defined　
chin。　？I　was　in　a　breakfast　meeting　this　morning；　eating　Cheerios　with　five　other　lawyers；　and　I　
was　thinking　about　you；？　he　admitted。　


Blair　ran　her　fingernail　over　her　fishnet…stockinged　knee。　？Really？？　she　asked；　immediately　
wishing　her　voice　didn？t　sound　quite　so　eager　and　hopeful。　

Owen　raised　his　glass　to　his　lips；　his　blue　eyes　smoldering。　？Yeah。　I？ve　been　so　crazy　busy　this　
week；　but　I　promise　I？ll　get　that　report　over　to　the　guys　at　Yale　ASAP。？　

？Oh；？　Blair　responded　disappointedly。　She　twirled　her　little　brown　cocktail　straw　around　in　her　
drink。　For　once　she　hadn？t　even　been　thinking　about　Yale。　Being　with　Owen　made　her　feel　like　she　
wasbeyond　Yale。　She　was　his　？gorgeous；？　the　star　of　his　show。　Or　maybe　she　was　only　deluding　
herself。　

Glancing　through　the　paned　glass　window　behind　them；　Blair　could　barely　see　the　cars　parked　
out　on　the　street。　They　were　just　masses　of　white；　like　big；　dumb　sleeping　elephants。　

She　could　feel　Owen　watching　her　as　she　puffed　on　her　cigarette　and　blew　a　stream　of　gray　
smoke　into　the　air　above　their　heads。　He？d　asked　to　see　her　again；　hadn？t　he？　And　he　wouldn？t　
have　done　that　if　he　wasn？t　attracted　to　her。　He　was　just　nervous；　that　was　all。　Inside　Blair？s　head；　
the　cameras　were　starting　to　roll。　She　was　the　femme　fatale　seducing　the　handsome；　good；　older　
lawyer。　Yale　was　the　last　thing　she　wanted　to　talk　about　right　now。　

She　took　one　last　puff　on　her　cigarette　and　then　stubbed　it　out　in　the　chrome　ashtray　in　the　center　
of　the　table。　？I　almost　went　to　jail　once；？　she　announced；　trying　to　sound　intriguing。　

This　wasn？t　exactly　true。　A　few　months　ago　she？d　stolen　a　pair　of　cashmere　pajamas　from　
Barneys？　men？s　department　to　give　to　Nate　as　a　surprise　gift　when　they　were　having　problems。　
But　when　they？d　broken　up　for　real；　Serena　had　convinced　Blair　to　put　the　pajamas　back。　She？d　
never　even　gotten　caught。　

Owen　chuckled　and　picked　up　his　drink。　He　was　wearing　gold　cuff　links　with　a　blueY　stamped　
on　them　to　match　his　blue…and…gold　Yale　tie。　？See；　you？re　just　the　kind　of　girl　Yale　needs；？　he　
joked。　

？And　I？m　a　virgin；？　Blair　blurted　out；　fluttering　her　eyelashes　at　the　randomness　of　her　remark。　It　
was　strange。　Even　though　Owen　was　extremely　dashing　and　she　really　wanted　to　see　what　it　felt　
like　to　kiss　him；　she　was　a　little　afraid　of　what　she　was　doing。　

？I？m　sure　Yale　needs　more　of　those；　too；？　Owen　laughed。　He　crossed　and　then　uncrossed　his　legs　
and　Blair　could　see　she　was　making　him　nervous；　which　wasn？t　what　she？d　intended。　

She　reached　under　the　table　and　slipped　her　small；　trembling　fingers　over　his　warm；　tanned　
hand。　？I　don？t　mind　if　you　kiss　me；？　she　murmured　in　a　low；　breathy　voice　that　sounded　exactly　
like　Marilyn　Monroe　inSome　Like　It　Hot　。　


Owen　put　down　his　drink。　？e　here；？　he　said　gruffly；　wrapping　his　free　arm　around　her　and　
pulling　her　toward　him。　

His　chin　was　rough　and　scratched　Blair？s　face　as　they　kissed；　but　she？d　never　been　kissed　so　
expertly　and　powerfully　in　all　her　life。　Plus　he　smelled　faintly　of　Herm？s　Eau　d？Orange　Verte；　
which　was　her　all…time　favorite　men？s　cologne。　

Blair　had　thought　she？d　be　plagued　by　guilt　the　moment　their　lips　met。He？s　a　friend　of　Dad？s；　
she　reminded　herself。He？s　old。　But　Owen　was　such　a　good　kisser；　now　that　he？d　started；　she　
wasn？t　about　to　make　him　stop。　

scan？t　find　her　boyfriend；　but　so　what？　

？I　told　her　she　has　a　better　backside　than　any　girl　in　the　business；？　one　of　Les　Best？s　stylists　told　
a　photographer　forW　magazine。　？That　slim…hipped；　tomboy　butt。　Like　she　could　just　slip　on　her　
boyfriend？s　dirty　old　jeans　and　make　them　look　fresh　and　sexy。？　

Serena　shook　her　lovely　blond　head　in　good…natured　protest　and　puffed　on　an　American　
Spirit。　？My　boyfriend　never　wears　jeans。　He　thinks　they？re　overrated。　He　wears　those　green　
canvas　army　pants。　You　know；　the　real　ones　from　the　army　surplus　store？？　She　glanced　around　the　
crowded；　smoky　after…party　which　was　in　full　force　at　Cr？me；　a　new　go…go　club　on　Forty…third　
Street；　but　she　didn？t　see　Aaron　anywhere。　He？d　never　e　backstage　at　the　show；　so　she？d　
figured　she？d　just　meet　him　here。　

？And　is　your　boyfriend　named　Aaron；　by　any　chance？？　the　stylist　asked。　He　giggled　and　pointed　
at　her　T…shirt。　？You　should　get　Les　to　make　a　whole　line　of　those。　Everyone　would　totally　go　for　
it？it　would　be　so　wild！？　

？Would　you　mind　stepping　back　for　a　moment　so　I　could　get　her　picture？？　the　photographer　
asked　the　stylist。　

？And　could　you　autograph　this　Polaroid　for　my　collection；　

Serena？？　a　tiny　leather…pants…wearing　older　man　with　a　white

　buzz　cut　asked。　

？Me　too！？　another　voice　chimed　in。　

Serena　hitched　up　the　baby　blue　hip…hugging　Les　Best　jeans　she？d　acquired　pliments　of　the　
house　and　pointed　to　the　I　LOVEAARONlogo　emblazoned　on　the　front　of　her　shirt　as　she　grinned　


cheesily　for　the　camera。　

？I　bet　if　you　held　an　auction　for　that　shirt　right　now；　you　could　sell　it　for　a　thousand　dollars；？　the　
photographer　quipped　as　he　snapped　away。　？But　of　course　you？d　never　part　with　it。？　

Serena　took　another　puff　on　her　cigarette　as　the　group　around　her　waited　for　her　to　respond。　The　
T…shirt　was　cute；　but　it　was　really　just　a　spur　of　the　moment　thing　she？d　done　because　she？d　
thought　Aaron　would　think　it　was　funny　and　to　make　it　up　to　him　for　appearing　in　a　fashion　show　
on　a　Friday　night；their　night。　She　was　a　spur…of…the…moment　kind　of　gal；　which　was　exactly　why　
this　auction　idea　sounded　so　appealing。　She　could　give　the　money　to　a　good　cause　like　Little　
Hearts；　that　children？s　charity　the　Valentine？s　Day　ball　money　was　supposed　to　go　to。　

？Let？s　do　it；？　she　giggled　giddily。　

The　group　of　admirers　whooped　with　delight　and　followed　her　over　to　the　bar　like　adoring　little　
mice　following　the　Pied　Piper。　

？Who　wants　to　buy　a　T…shirt？？　Serena　crowed；　jumping　up　on　top　of　the　bar；　and　parading　up　and　
down　like　she　was　on　the　runway　again。　

Of　course　only　someone　as　gorgeous　as　she　was　could　actually　get　away　with　this。　

The　DJ　joined　in　the　fun；　putting　on　Madonna？s　old　classic；　？Vogue；？　and　turning　the　volume　all　
the　way　up。　Serena　shook　her　booty　and　stuck　out　her　chest？it　was　all　in　good　fun？as　every　pair　of　
eyes　in　the　club　tuned　in　to　watch。　

？Five　hundred　dollars！？　someone　shouted。　

？Anyone　else？？　Serena　taunted　the　dazzled　crowd。　？It？s　for　a　good　cause。？

　？Seven　hundred！？　

　？Eight！？　

Serena　stopped　dancing；　rolled　her　eyes　and　whipped　her　cigarettes　out　of　her　pocket；　as　if　to　
say；　？Your　stinginess　bores　me。？　The　crowd　laughed　and　fifteen　or　so　lighters　were　offered　her　
way。　She　bent　down　to　grab　a　light　from　a　lucky　dude　wearing　a　fur　vest；　and　then　pranced　away　
again；　shaking　her　hips　to　the　music　and　puffing　away　as　she　waited　for　the　bidding　to　go　up。　

？A　thousand　dollars！？　the　dude　wearing　the　fur　vest　shouted。　He？d　gotten　close　enough　to　Serena　
to　know　that　it　was　worth　it。　

Serena　threw　her　arms　in　the　air　and　whooped　loudly；　daring　someone　to　take　the　bidding　to　new　
heights。　As　much　as　she　hated　to　admit　it；　she　didn？t　even　mind　that　Aaron　hadn？t　turned　up。　She　


might　have　loved　him；　but　she　was　having　a　kick…ass　time　without　him。　

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　hey　people！　

　Early　rejection　

So　I　heard　the　Ivies　have　e　up　with　a　conspiracy　to　maintain　their　intrigue　and　exclusivity：　
This　year　they？re　not　acceptinganyone　early。　Maybe　it？s　only　a　false　rumor。　But　if　you　don？t　get　
in　early；　try　to　think　of　it　this　way：　Maybe　you　weretoo　perfect。　They　just　couldn？t　handle　it。　And　
just　think　how　much　fun　we？ll　have　if　we　all　wind　up　at　the　same　munity　college！　

To　surgically　enhance　or　not；　that　is　the　question　

The　idea　of　surgically　altering　one？s　body　in　any　way　has　always　freaked　me　out；　not　because　I　
don？t　think　Dolly　Parton　looks　great。　She　doesn？t　look　a　day　over　forty　and　she　must　be　two　
hundred　by　now。　But　I？d　be　worried　the　doctors　would　make　a　mistake　and　deflate　one　breast　
entirely　or　leave　out　a　nostril　or　something。　Of　course　I？m　as　girly　a　girl　as　girls　e；　and　I　know　
how　important　it　is　to