青帝小说

第9部分（第3页）

not　their　wives。　With　its　golden　walls；　crisp　white　tablecloths；　and　forties　jazz　music；　the　bar　had

an　air　of　sexy　sophistication。

Blair　had　spent　almost　three　hours　getting　ready：　one　to　shower　and　blow　her　hair　out　into　a　neat；

preppy　coif　that　framed　her　face　in　an　innocent　yet　intellectual　manner；　one　to　dress　in　her　new

belted　Les　Best　jersey　dress；　which　she　had　paired　with　her　lucky　pair　of　three…inch　Ferragamo

heels；　to　give　her　an　extra　bit　of　confidence　and　height；　and　one　to　apply　natural…looking　makeup

for　the　fresh；　healthy　glow　of　someone　who　always　got　twelve　hours　of　sleep　because　she　never

went　out　and　never　went　near　a　cigarette　or　a　cocktail。

Right。

It　was　still　only　a　quarter　to　nine；　but　if　she　drank　any　more　Coke；　she？d　have　to　pee　so　badly

she？d　never　make　it　through　the　interview　without　wetting　herself。　What　Blair　really　wanted　was　a

shot　of　Stoli；　but　with　her　luck　Owen　Wells　would　stroll　through　the　door　just　as　she　was　knocking

back　the　shot；　confirming　his　worries　that　she　really　was　just　a　flaky　party　girl　who　only　wanted　to

go　to　Yale　to　get　drunk　and　seduce　the　captain　of　the　crew　team；　possibly　getting　pregnant　in　the

process　and　forcing　that　innocent；　previously　upstanding　Yale　male　to　marry　her　and　work　like　a

slave　for　the　rest　of　his　life　to　keep　her　in　the　style　she　was　accustomed　to。

Just　then　an　extremely　well　groomed　businessman　sitting　at　the　bar　spun　around　on　his

gold…painted　barstool　and　smiled　at　her。　He　had　wavy　black　hair；　bright　blue　eyes　with　long　curly

lashes；　and　distinctly　arched　black　eyebrows。　His　face　and　hands　were　deeply　tanned；　as　if　he

played　tennis　in　the　sun　every　day　of　his　life；　and　he　was　wearing　a　gorgeous　navy　blue　wool　suit

with　a　crisp　white　shirt　and　simple　gold　cuff　links。　Blair　didn？t　usually　notice　older　guys；　and　this

guy　was　at　least　thirty…eight；　but　he　was　so　handsome；　it　was　impossiblenot　to　notice。

？Are　you　Blair　Waldorf；　by　any　chance？？　he　asked　in　a　deep；　familiar　voice。

Blair　nodded　tentatively。　？Yes？？

He　slid　off　his　stool　and　walked　over　to　her　table；　leaving　an　empty　glass　tumbler　behind　on　the

bar。　He　held　out　his　right　hand。　？I？m　Owen　Wells。？

？Hi！？　Blair　jumped　to　her　feet　and　took　his　hand；　feeling　pletely　confused。　First　of　all；　Owen

Wells　was　her　father？s　colleague；　so　he　should　have　been　old；　badly　dressed；　balding；　and　fat。　Not

that　her　father　was。　Her　father　worked　out　with　a　personal　trainer　every　day；　wore　designer　clothes；

and　had　great　hair。　But　he　wasgay　。　Second　of　all；　Owen　Wells　had　said　he？d　be　wearing　his　Yale

tie；　and　this　guy　wasn？t　wearing　a　tie　at　all；　just　a　crisp　white　dress　shirt；　unbuttoned　so　she　could

see　the　top　of　the　clean　white　undershirt　he　was　wearing　over　his　muscular　chest；　which　was

probably　just　as　tan　as　the　rest　of　him。

Not　that　she　was　thinking　aboutthe　rest　of　him　。