天锡小说网

第37部分（第1页）

back。　It　was　a　big　turn…on　for　him；　obviously；　but　it　was　also　sort　of　sweet。　He　was　a　lonely　only

child；　craving　sisterhood。

Right。

She　decided　to　leave　the　bra　on　for　Nate？s　sake；　hiding　the　whole　ensemble　under　her　favorite

belted　black　cashmere　Lora　Piano　cardigan；　which　would　e　off　the　minute　she　stepped　into　his

well…heated　town　house。　Maybe；　just　maybe；　the　sight　of　her　hot　pink　bra　would　be　the　thing　to

make　Nate　realize　that　he？d　been　in　love　with　her　just　as　long　as　she？d　been　in　love　with　him。

Maybe。

She　opened　her　bedroom　door　and　yelled　down　the　long　hall　and　across　the　East　Seventy…second

Street　penthouse？s　vast　expanse　of　period　furniture；　parquet　floors；　crown　moldings；　and　French

Impressionist　paintings。　？Mom！　Dad？　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s　house！　Serena　and　I　are　spending

the　night！？　When　there　was　no　reply；　she　clomped　her　way　to　her　parents？　huge　master　suite　in　her

noisy　Kors　wooden…heeled　sheepskin　clogs；　opened　their　bedroom　door；　and　made　a　beeline　for

her　mom？s　dressing　room。　Eleanor　Waldorf　kept　a　tall　stack　of　crisp　emergency　twenties　in　her

lingerie　drawer　for　Blair　and　her　ten…year…old　brother；　Tyler；　to　parse　from？for　taxis；　cappuccinos；

and；　in　Blair？s　case；　the　occasional　much…needed　pair　of　Manolo　Blahnik　heels。　Twenty；　forty；

sixty；　eighty；　one　hundred。　Twenty；　forty；　sixty；　eighty；　two　hundred。　Blair　counted　out　the　bills；

folding　them　neatly　before　stuffing　them　into　the　back　pocket　of　her　peg…legged　Seven　jeans。

？If　I　were　a　cabernet；？　Blair？s　father？s　dramatically　playful　lawyer？s　voice　echoed　out　of　the

adjoining　dressing　room；　？how　would　you　describe　my　bouquet？？

Excusez…moi？

Blair　clomped　out　of　her　mom？s　dressing　room　and　reached　for　the　chocolate　brown　velvet

curtain　hanging　in　the　doorway　of　her　dad？s。　？If　you　guys　are　in　there　together；　like；　doing　it　while

I？m　home；　then　that？s　really　gross；？　she　declared　flatly。　？Anyway；　I？m　going　over　to　Nate？s；　so？？

Her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　Esquire；　pulled　aside　the　velvet　curtain；　dressed　in　his　cashmere

tweed　Paul　Smith　bathrobe　and　nothing　else；　his　nicely　tanned；　handsome　face　looking　slightly

flushed。　？Mom？s　out　looking　at　dishes　for　the　Guggenheim　benefit。　I　thought　you　were　out。　Where

are　you　going　exactly？？　Blair　stared　at　him。　He　wasn？t　holding　a　phone；　and　if　her　mom　was　out；

then　who　the　fuck　had　he　just　been　talking　to？　She　stood　blinking　at　him　with　her　hands　on　her

hips；　tempted　to　peek　inside　his　dressing　room　to　see　who　he　was　hiding　in　there。

Does　she　really　want　to　know？

Instead；　she　stumbled　out　of　the　master　suite；　clomped　her　way　across　the　penthouse；　grabbed　her

blood　orange…colored　Jimmy　Choo　treasure　chest　hobo；　and　ran　for　the　elevator。

Outside　it　was　breathtakingly　cold；　and　fat　flakes　fell　at　random。　Usually　she　walked　the　twelve