天锡小说网

第7部分（第3页）

？Sure；　sure。？　Blair　waved　her　hand。　She　had　business　to　attend　to。　？Like　I　was　saying；　I　want　to

go　to　Paris。　Like；　immediately。？

？That？s　fine；　then。　I？ll　just　need　a　credit　card。　For　the　room　charge。？

？Can　you　just　bill　Lord　Marcus？？　Blair　asked；　irritated。　？He？s　handling　the　whole　thing。？

？I　see；？　nodded　the　concierge；　making　a　note　in　her　little　leather　notebook。　？And　will　his

Lordship　be　visiting　soon？　We？ll　need　him　to　sign。？

？I？m　not　sure；？　admitted　Blair。　She　was　on　her　way　to　set　up　the　perfect　romantic

evening？lingerie；　champagne；　the　whole　thing？but　technically　she　hadn？t　spoken　to　him　all　day；　so

he　didn？t　even　know　that　they　had　a　date。

？Well；　I？m　afraid　we？re　going　to　need　to　schedule　a　time　for　his　Lordship　to　drop　by　and　sign　the

papers；？　the　concierge　replied　firmly。

？Fine；？　snapped　Blair。　？I？ll　figure　out　a　time。？

A　group　of　Italian　tourists　meandered　by；　randomly　snapping　pictures　of　Blair　while　she　fumed。

？Well；　Miss　。　。　。？

？Waldorf；？she　repeated。

？Miss　Waldorf；　we？ll　need　to　have　that　signature　on　the　bill　by　tomorrow；　or　I？m　afraid　we？re

going　to　have　to　release　the　suite。　Wedo　have　an　interested　party。？

？Fine；？　Blair　replied　icily。　？I？ll　call　him　right　now。？　Blair　dug　out　her　telephone　and　selected　the

only　number　in　her　speed　dial。　Lord　Marcus？s　phone　rang　and；　as　she　could　have　predicted；　there

was　no　answer。　She　opted　not　to　leave　a　message。　She？d　already　left　three　that　day。　She　didn？t

want　him　to　think　she　was　insane。

Like　buying　a　wedding　dress　is　sane？

？He？s　not　answering；？　Blair　informed　the　concierge。　？He？s　very　busy　at　work　right　now；　but　I？m

sure　I？ll　hear　from　him　tonight。　I？ll　arrange　for　him　to　e　by　and　settle　the　whole　matter；

okay？？

It　had　only　been　a　few　days；　but　Blair　had　already　lapsed　into　a　Madonna…like　English　accent；

clipping　certain　consonants　and　using　phrases　like　？the　whole　matter。？

？That？s　fine。？　The　concierge　nodded。　？Just　do　remember　that　he？ll　have　to　sign　the　bill　by

tomorrow　or　we？ll　be　obliged　to　release　the　room。　I　do　hope　he？ll　find　a　moment　to　get　away　from

his　wife　and　e　by。？

？Excuse　me？？　Blair　demanded。

？I？m　sorry？？　the　concierge　replied　snottily。

？What。　Did。　You。　Say？？　Blair　could　feel　the　tips　of　her　ears　glowing　red　with　fury。　For　a　moment

she　forgot　about　the　dress　waiting　for　her　upstairs　in　her　luxurious　suite。　She　forgot　about　the　maid；

who　would　happily　mix　Blair　whatever　drink　she　requested　as　soon　as　she　walked　in。　She　forgot

about　the　inroom　massage　she？d　been　itching　for。　She　forgot　about　Paris。

？I　believe　I　said；　I　hope　he？ll　find　a　moment　to　get　away　from　his　life　and　e　by；？　the

concierge　answered　sweetly。

？You　did　not；？　Blair　whispered　tightly；　leaning　across　the　counter；　her　voice　very　quiet。　？You