青帝小说

第9部分（第4页）

Third　of　all；　she　hadn？t　expected　Owen　Wells　to　behot　。　He　looked　so　much　like　Cary　Grant　inAn

Affair　to　Remember　that　she　wanted　to　throw　herself　into　his　arms　and　tell　him　to　forget　about

Yale；　she　was　his；all　his　。

Blair　came　to　her　senses　in　time　to　realize　that　she　was　still　grasping　Owen？s　hand。　She　shook　it

as　firmly　and　confidently　as　she　could；　alarmed　by　her　mind？s　total　inability　to　focus　on　the　task　at

hand。　She　was　meeting　with　Owen　for　one　reason　only：　to　impress　him　so　she　could　get　into

Yale。　？Thank　you　for　taking　the　trouble　to　meet　with　me；？　she　added　hastily。

？I？ve　been　looking　forward　to　it；？　he　replied　in　his　thrilling；　manly　voice。　？I　just　remembered　I

told　you　I？d　be　wearing　my　Yale　tie。　Sorry。　It　pletely　slipped　my　mind。　I　even　saw　you　e

in；　but　I　didn？t　think　it　could　be　you。　I　wasn？t　expecting　you　to　be　early。？

Immediately　Blair　wondered　if　he？d　noticed　that　she？d　spent　twenty　minutes　in　the　bathroom

after　she？d　arrived；　or　that　she？d　kept　wiping　her　nose　on　her　cocktail　napkin　and　studying　her

face　in　her　Stila　pact　mirror　to　check　for　any　unsightly　blemishes；　like　a　stray　eye　goober

or？God　forbid？　a　pimple。

？I？m　usually　early；？　she　answered。　？I？m　never　late。？　She　took　a　nervous　sip　of　Coke。　Was　this　a

good　time　to　tell　him　how　impressed　she　was　with　his　work　on　theHome　Depot　vs。The　Learning

Channel　case？　Should　she　pliment　his　suit？　She　took　a　deep　breath　and　tried　to　focus。　？I　like　it

here；？　she　declared　and　immediately　regretted　it。　It　was　a　nice　bar；　but　she　made　it　sound　like　she

wanted　to　move　in　or　something。

Owen　pulled　back　the　chair　opposite　hers　and　gestured　for　her　to　sit　down。　？So；　should　we　get

started？？

Blair　was　grateful　for　his　relaxed　but　businesslike　manner。　She　sat　down　on　the　edge　of　the

cushioned　chair　and　crossed　her　legs　primly。　？Yes！？　She　beamed　at　him

enthusiastically。　？Whenever　you？re　ready。？

The　cocktail　waiter　appeared　to　offer　Owen　another　drink。　He　ordered　a　Maker？s　Mark　and

cocked　a　dark　eyebrow　at　Blair。　？Can　I　get　you　something　besides　a　Coke？　I　promise　I　won？t　tell

Yale　or　your　dad。？

Blair　scrunched　up　her　toes　inside　her　black　Ferragamos。　If　she　said　yes；　she？d　be　admitting　that

she　really　did　want　a　drink；　and　if　she　said　no；　she　might　seem　like　a　prude。　？I？ll　have　a　glass　of

chardonnay；？　she　told　him；　figuring　white　wine　was　the　safest；　most　ladylike　option。

？So。　Tell　me　why　Yale　should　admit　you；？　Owen　asked　after　he？d　ordered　the　wine。　He　leaned

across　the　table　and　lowered　his　voice。　？Are　you　really　as　bright　as　your　dad　claims？？

Blair　sat　up　even　straighter；　twirl