Chuck indulged in a slow, wide smirk as Blair nearly dropped her showering accoutrements. "No funny business," he repeated, showing her the palms of his hands in a gesture peace. He made a big show of rolling his eyes at Blair's non-suggestion that he order food, but the truth was that he was finally starting to regain his appetite, too.
"I'll see what I can do," he said mysteriously as he watched her slip into the bathroom. Granted, he really wasn't planning on pulling any "funny business" despite the kiss that they'd shared (he might've been Chuck Bass, but he did have some loyalty as far as his friends were concerned). Still... that didn't stop his eyes from shifting down to Blair's ass as she walked toward the bathroom.
That was the problem with Blair. She was, and always had been, totally off-limits. And that had been fine when they were kids. She was with Nate, and honestly she was also kind of a high-maintenance pain in the ass most of the time. On the other hand... she was hot as hell, she desperately needed a good fucking, and Nate was clearly bored with her. If he couldn't watch her come he should at least be able to watch her go.
Right?
Chuck sighed heavily when she closed the door behind her and set about ordering room service. His father had brilliantly commanded the staff to stay - a good move, considering that the Palace was now one of the best-guarded places in the city - and since they were all staying anyway, they could at least work. He called in an order to his favorite chef and arranged to have comfort food (Upper East Side style) sent to the room.
This done, he poured another scotch, sprawled out on his favorite couch and flicked on the news, eager to see if the national guard or something had been called in.