天锡小说网

第10部分（第1页）

off　once　since　her　graduation　party　at　the　Yale　Club　a　little　over　two　weeks　ago。

After　ditching　Vanessa　Abrams？s　small　apartment　in　dingy　and　weird　Williamsburg；　with　no

intention　of　moving　back　to　the　crazy　world　she　used　to　call　home；　Blair　had　decided　to　live　at　the

Yale　club。　She　and　Lord　Marcus　had　met　in　the　elevator；　and　his　hot　accent　and　neatly　ironed　jeans

had　gotten　to　her　right　away。　Fate　had　it　that　their　rooms　were　side　by　side；　and　she　could　imagine

the　feel　of　his　sexy　English　breath　on　her　neck　even　before　they？d　kissed？which　had　happened　that

very　night。　After　pouring　her　heart　out　to　him　over　six　or　seven　cosmos；　Blair　was　so　sure　she？d

found　the　love　of　her　life；　she　practically　threw　herself　at　him。　She　was　too　tipsy？　and　he　was　too

much　of　a　gentleman？to　do　more　than　kiss。　But　allthat　was　about　to　change。

Blair　draped　the　sheets　over　her　body　and　lit　a　cigarette；　striking　a　pose　that　said；I？m　on　my

honeymoon　and　worn　out　from　doing　it；　but　what　the　hell；　let？s　do　it　again　。　She　grabbed　the

newspaper　off　of　the　floor　and　propped　up　the　front　page　so　it　looked　like　she　was　reading　it。

There。　Perfect。　An　intellectual　sexpot。　A　worldly　woman　who　read　all　about　international

crises？and　preferred　to　discuss　said　crisesin　bed　。　If　only　she　had　a　pair　of　vintage　fifties　reading

glasses　to　perch　on　the　tip　of　her　nose。

All　the　better　to　see　you　naked　with！

As　if　on　cue；　Lord　Marcus　flung　the　bedroom　door　open　and　Blair　turned　her　head　slowly；　as　if

she　could　barely　stand　to　break　away　from　the　current　poultry　deficit　in　Asia。　He　was　wearing　a

perfectly　tailored　charcoal　summer　suit　with　an　olive　James　Perse　T…shirt　underneath　that　made　his

striking　green　eyes　look　serious　and　deep　and　oh…so…promising。

？What？s　this；　then？？　he　asked；　furrowing　his　golden…brown　eyebrows。　？Remember　I　said　I　had　a

surprise？？

？I？ve　got　a　surprise　for　you　too；？　Blair　cooed　sexily。　？e　look　under　the　sheets。？

？Right；？　he　continued　a　little　impatiently。　？Well；　put　on　your　clothes；　love。？

？I　don？t　want　to；？　Blair　plained；　pouting。

He　hurried　across　the　room　and　kissed　her　quickly　on　the　nose。　？Later；？　he　promised。　？Now

throw　on　some　clothes　and　meet　me　downstairs　in　the　lobby。？　Then　he　turned　and　left　the　room；

leaving　her　perfumed；　well…moisturized；　and　depilated　body　naked　and　alone。

This　better　be　a　good　surprise。

Blair　emerged　from　the　wood…paneled　elevator　in　a　hastily　chosen　ensemble：　a　chocolate　brown

Tory　Burch　tunic　（thank　you；　Harrods）；　a　favorite　pair　of　old　True　Religion　jeans；　and　clunky　gold

Marc　by　Marc　Jacobs　clogs。　She　looked　like　a　jet…setter　on　holiday。　Just　right　for　a　weekend　jaunt

to　Tunis　in　Lord　Marcus？s　private　jet。　Couldthat　be　the　surprise？

The　grand；　chandelierlit　marble　hotel　lobby　was　abuzz　with　activity；　but　Blair　noticed　a　hush　fall

over　the　crowd　as　she　crossed　the　tiled　floor；　her　clogs　clopping　noisily；　to　the　overstuffed　black

velvet　chaise　where　Marcus　sat　waiting　for　her。　He　was　so　goddamn　handsome　Blair　couldn？t　help

admiring　him；　like　he　was　a　painting　or　some　rare　piece　of　sculpture；　and　it　was　hard　to　resist

plunging　her　fingers　into　the　thick　waves　of　his　golden…brown　hair。　She　was　so　busy　mentally