gossip girl 4 英文-第20章

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metaphor　when　he　was　in　the　middle　of　writing　a　poem；　and　to　do　that　he　had　to　keep　kissing　her。　

？What？s　your　favorite　noun？？　he　breathed　into　her　ear　when　he　came　up　for　air。　

？Sex；？　she　answered；　diving　for　his　lips　again。　

Dan　grinned　as　he　kissed　her　back。　

It　might　have　been　the　taurine；　but　sometimes　it　just　feels　good　to　be　bad。　

the　girl　behind　the　camera　

？So　you？re　the　one。？　A　beautiful；　tanned；　blond　dude　dressed　in　baggy　orange　surf　shorts；　white　
leather　Birkenstock　clogs；　and　a　brown…and…white　pony　fur　vest　with　nothing　on　underneath　
smiled　at　Vanessa　with　glistening　white　teeth。　His　name　was　Dork　or　Duke　or　something　and　he　
claimed　to　be　a　producer。　？The　genius　filmmaker。？　

？She？s　the　next　Bertolucci；？　Ken　Mogul　corrected　Duke；　or　whatever　his　name　was。　？Give　me　a　
year　and　she？s　going　to　be　a　household　name。？　Ken　was　dressed　like　an　urban　cowboy　in　a　silver　
Culture　of　Humanity　down　vest　over　a　black　Western…style　shirt　with　pearly　white　snaps　instead　of　
buttons。　His　curly　red　hair　was　tucked　into　a　black　Stetson　hat；　and　he　was　even　wearing　black　
cowboy　boots　with　his　Culture　of　Humanity　boot…cut　jeans。　He？d　flown　into　New　York　that　night　
from　Utah；　where　his　most　recent　film　had　just　been　introduced　at　the　Sundance　Film　Festival。　It　
was　an　ambitious　piece　about　a　deaf　and　mute　man　who　worked　in　a　cannery　in　Alaska　and　lived　
in　a　trailer　with　thirty…six　cats。　The　man　didn？t　talk　and　spent　a　lot　of　time　at　his　puter　
e…mailing　girls　on　singles　Web　sites；　so　Ken　had　had　to　be　extremely　creative　with　the　camera　to　
keep　the　action　going。　It　was　his　finest　work　yet。　

？Dude；　watching　your　film　was　like　being　born　again；？　Dork　told　Vanessa。　？It　made　my　day。？　

The　corners　of　Vanessa？s　mouth　turned　up　in　a　half…bored；　half…amused　Mona　Lisa　smile。　She　
wasn？t　sure　how　she　felt　about　being　called　？dude；？　but　she　was　glad　she？d　made　Dork？s　day。　

The　Culture　of　Humanity　by　Jedediah　Angel　after…party　was　an　even　bigger　deal　than　the　fashion　
show　itself。　Highway　1　had　been　decorated　like　a　Hindu　wedding　tent；　and　bikini…clad　models　who　
hadn？t　even　been　in　the　show　were　lounging　on　leather　sofas；　drinking　saffron　martinis。　or　
dancing　to　the　live　bhangra　music。　Vanessa　tugged　on　her　tight　red　top。　It　was　kind　of　hard　not　to　
feel　like　a　porker　around　so　many　bony；　seven…foot…tall　models。　

？Okay。　Here？s　the　guy　fromEntertainment　Weekly　；？　Ken　Mogul　said；　wrapping　his　arm　around　


her　waist。　？Smile；　it？s　a　photo　op！？　

Duke　stood　on　the　other　side　of　Vanessa　and　pressed　his　tanned；　angular　cheek　against　her　soft；　
pale　one。　He　smelled　like　Coppertone。　？Say　salami！？　

It　was　Vanessa？s　policynot　to　smile　when　she　was　being　forced　to　have　her　picture　taken；　but　
why　not？　There　really　wasn？t　any　danger　that　she？d　get　swept　up　in　the　glow；　marry　Duke　in　the　
Temple　of　Surf　and　Sand；　and　live　cheesily　ever　after　in　a　surf　shack？cum？film　studio　on　the　
beach　in　Malibu。　She　was　too　hard…core　New　York　for　that；　and　besides；　she　hated　the　beach。　No；　
tonight　would　be　her　one　night　of　cheese　and　then　tomorrow　she？d　go　back　to　being　normal　again。　

？Salami！？　all　three　of　them　cried；　flashing　their　cheesiest　smiles　for　the　camera。　

Duke　stayed　close　to　Vanessa？s　side　after　the　photographer　left。　？What　hotel　are　you　staying　at？？　
he　asked；　assuming　she　was　from　LA；　just　like　everyone　else　he　knew。　

Vanessa　unscrewed　the　cap　on　her　bottle　of　Evian　and　took　a　swig。　？Actually；　I　live　here　in　New　
York；　in　Williamsburg；　with　my　sister。　I？m　still　in　high　school。　She　plays　in　a　band。？　

Dork　looked　excited。　？Dude！？　he　cried。　？You？re　like　one　of　those　people　screenwriters　make　up；　
you　know？？　He　lifted　his　fingers　to　make　quotations　in　the　air；　？An　？urban　hipster。？　Except　
you？rereal　。　You？re　realer　than　real。　You？re　dyno…mite！？　

For　a　guy　called　Dork；　he　was　actually　pretty　insightful。　

？Thanks；？　Vanessa　said；　unsure　whether　that　was　the　correct　response　or　not。　She？d　never　had　a　
conversation　with　someone　so　stupid　before。　She　felt　a　hand　on　her　elbow　and　she　turned　around。　

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