青帝小说

第9部分（第2页）

black　all　the　time；　she　needs　a　new　pair　of　bat　boots；　and　she　hates　to　wear　makeup。　But　she？s

the　kind　of　girl　who　believes　in　you　and　secretly　gets　your　best　poem　published　in　The　New

Yorker。　I　guess　you　could　say　I　love　her。

It　was　probably　the　corniest　thing　he？d　ever　written；　but　it　wasn？t　like　he　was　going　to　publish　it

in　his　？Greatest　Works？　or　anything。

Vanessa　inched　forward　some　more；　trying　to　capture　the　fervent　white　of　Dan？s　knuckles　as　he

scribbled　away。　？What　are　you　writing？？　She　pressed　the　record…sound　button　on　her　camera。

Dan　looked　up；　grinning　at　her　through　his　messy　bangs；　his　golden　brown　eyes　shining。　？It？s　not

a　poem。　It？s　just　a　little　story　about　you。？

Vanessa　felt　her　whole　body　warm　up。　？Read　it　out　loud。？

Dan　scratched　his　chin　self…consciously　and　then　cleared　his　throat。　？Okay。　？She？s　got　a　shaved

head　。　。　。　；？？　he　began；　reading　what　he？d　written。

Vanessa　blushed　as　she　listened　and　then　dropped　the　camera　on　the　floor。　She　walked　on　her

knees　over　to　where　Dan　was　sitting；　pushed　his　notebook　out　of　the　way；　and　laid　her　head　in　his

lap。

？You　know　how　we？re　always　talking　about　having　sex　but　we？ve　never　done　it？？　she　whispered；

her　lips　brushing　the　rough　cloth　of　his　army…green　cargo　pants。　？Why　don？t　we　do　it　right　now？？

Beneath　her　cheek　she　felt　Dan？s　thigh　muscle　tighten。　？Now？？　He　looked　down　and　traced　his

finger　along　the　edge　of　Vanessa？s　ear。　She　had　four　piercings　in　each　ear；　but　none　of　them　had

earrings　in　them。　He　took　a　deep　breath。　He？d　been　saving　sex　for　a　moment　when　it　seemed

poetic　andright　。　Maybe　that　time　wasright　now　；　a　spontaneous　moment。　It　seemed　especially　apt

and　ironic　when　in　exactly　an　hour　he？d　be　back　at　Riverside　Prep；　sitting　in　last…period　AP　Latin；

listening　to　Dr。　Werd　read　Ovid　in　his　over…the…top　Latin…nerd　accent。

Introducing　double…free…period　sex？the　latest　offering　on　the　spring　curriculum。

？Okay；？　Dan　agreed。　？Let？s　do　it。？

bhas　hots　for　older　man

？Would　you　like　another　Coke；　miss？？　the　bow…tied　cocktail　server　asked。

？No；　thank　you；？　Blair　answered；　keeping　her　eyes　glued　to　the　door。

All　week　long　her　mind　had　been　on　one　thing　only：　her　interview　with　Owen　Wells。　She　had

even　done　some　research　on　the　Internet　so　she　could　ask　him　pointed　questions　about　Wells；

Trachtman；　&　Rice；　the　law　firm　where　he　was　a　partner。　Now　it　was　finally　Thursday　night　and

she　was　sitting　alone　at　the　corner　table　in　Leneman？s　Bar　in　the　pton　Hotel；　waiting　for　him。

The　bar　was　crowded；　mostly　with　middle…aged　men　in　custom…tailored　suits；　discussing　business

deals　over　bourbon　on　the　rocks；　or　sitting　with　bleached…blond　women　who　were　very　definitely