Who: Chloe Saunders and Chuck Bass What: Random hook up interrupted by dreams and a screaming Chloe Where: One of Chuck's hotels When: Last night Rating: Mediumish for implied sexy times Status: Complete
It had been a day full of meetings for Chuck. All back at his offices so at least he didn’t have to travel all over Orange County. After that was done with he had to stop by one of his hotels to deal with a staffing problem. Once that was taken care of it was late and Chuck was ready for a drink. Well he had already had a few but now he was going to relax at the bar. Normally he would go unwind at Victrola but that was too far away and he had promised Pam he would step back. Plus hotel bar right there.
Chuck settled at the bar. The second he sat down the bartender prepared a glass of scotch for him. The bartender was smart. Chuck wouldn’t be firing him any time soon. Well as long as he kept it up. After finishing his first drink he signaled for another when he noticed a group come in. Well he didn’t notice the group as much as the attractive blonde surrounded by people. “Whatever she wants is on the house,” he told his bartender nodding towards the girl before he got up off his stool and walked over to her. “Hello,” he greeted her a small smirk on his face. “I’m Chuck Bass.”
It wasn’t often that Chloe went to a new place when her friends decided it was a night to go out and party. They usually stuck around the same places, but someone had heard from a friend-who heard from a friend - and on and on that this place was really the place to go to. So, here Chloe was inside this swanky hotel bar and she had to admit that she really liked the place. It didn’t seem terribly pretentious and she could actually hear her friends over the sound of the music. Maybe they were growing up a little bit since they didn’t want to be in the middle of the latest LA nightclub.
She was a few drinks in from their pre-gaming and she was currently sipping from her newest drink when a man approached her. It was something that happened fairly often to Chloe, but the fact that he had introduced himself by first and last name made her stop for a moment. The name sounded familiar, but it got lost in her inebriated state, but he was attractive enough that there weren’t any warning bells going off. “Hi,” she answered simply with a smile, “First and last name. I get the feeling that I should be impressed by you.” At least that’s how it went when she ran into people in the entertainment industry.
Everyone should be impressed by him. He was Chuck Bass. Back in Manhattan everyone knew who he was. Here people were too blinded by actors and actresses. And Bass Industries had only recently branched out to the West Coast. Although he wasn’t a huge fan of people not knowing who he was, what his name meant he was slowly getting used to it. One of her friends giggled and he smirked realizing she at least recognized Chuck. Unfortunately for her Chuck already had his sights set on the blonde.
“You’re feeling is right,” he replied smirk still on his face. “I own this hotel,” and many others. “Anything you want tonight is on me.”
Her eyes went a little wide when he said that he owned the hotel. Well then. Apparently she had hit the jackpot for the evening and she couldn’t help but blush at his offer over all her drinks on him tonight, “Oh! You’re Chuck Bass. I’ve heard your name around work and how great these places are to come hang out, which is how we’ve ended up here. Thank you for the offer.” She honestly had heard his name around work because he was a bit of an influence on things when it came to clubbing now.
She took another sip of her drink and smiled up at him, “So, any reason why you’ve decided to bestow this on me? Because I’m really tempted to order your most expensive bottle of Dom just to try things out.” She probably wouldn’t, but she had never been offered anything like this before and it was a little outrageous.
That was better. The smirk reappeared on his lips as she realized who he was. He didn’t bother to comment on it anymore though. Her recognition was enough for him. And her well deserved compliments, because well he was Chuck Bass and he did have a lot of influence.
“A woman as stunning as you shouldn’t have to pay for her drinks,” Chuck responded in answer to her question. However her next statement caused him to chuckle. “You’re more than welcome to it,” he replied. “However, I’m going to have to request the pleasure of just your company. If you can be torn away from your friends?” he asked holding out his arm for her.
Chloe had heard compliments like that for quite a long time as she was growing up, but she had never been able to control the blush that would come upon her cheeks from it. So, she gave him a small smile and a rosy blush appeared on her cheeks as a follow up. She hadn’t expected him to so readily agree to let her order the most expensive drink that was probably in the bar, so her eyebrows raised just slightly.
“Well, how can I say no to a request like that? Especially if it means I get to enjoy the Dom with you,” she replied with a soft chuckle as she slipped her arm around his. She looked over her shoulder at her friends to give them a look and knew she would have to text them later. At they had overheard who he was, so if anything bad happened they knew where to look.
Nothing was going to happen to her. He wasn’t some creep or monster. He was Chuck Bass. Woman would kill to be in the position Chloe was right now. Her friends probably included. He led her to the best booth in the bar, shaped like a U so they could still sit beside each other.
Sliding in he placed his arm around her and nodded at the bartender who made a swift approach. “We’ll have a bottle of Dom Perignon,” Chuck informed him.
“Yes, sir,” the bartender replied and hurried back to the bar. Chuck turned his attention back to Chloe.
“What brings you to my hotel tonight?”
After settling into her spot in the booth she turned her attention towards him and flipped her hair over her shoulder. She wasn’t really trying to flirt, just get it out of the way, and she might be just a little tipsy already. But she had struck his fancy and she was going to see where the night took them.
“Well, it is the weekend. Time to let loose and forget about how awful work was this week. Someone heard on the grapevine that this is a hot new place, so it was decided and here we came,” it was a honest answer because Chloe hadn’t really heard about this place before the couple days leading up to going out. She was a little boring when it came to going out now and she tended to stick with her favorite places, but she had to admit this place was really great so far.
“So, do you often frequent your own bars? I would think that you would be more like Gatsby and hide out watching people play.”
The bartender returned, Chuck merely lifted a brow until he uncorked the bottle and poured two glasses for them. Once he was gone Chuck’s attention was back on Chloe.
“Well,” he replied. “I don’t see the point in going anywhere less than the best.” And everything he owned was the best. “Usually I’m at my club, but I had some business here today.” He took a sip of his drink. “But I find you far more interesting,” he added setting his drink back down on the table. “What do you do, that’s so awful?”
He had a bit of an ego and normally that would turn Chloe off, but she wasn’t in her completely normal mindset after a few drinks. It didn’t bother her as much as it usually would and he was actually good conversation. A rarity it seemed when it came to going out to the bars. But, she had to admit that he did have a part.
“Oh, it’s not truly awful, just more like stressful. Definitely need to let loose. I’m an intern at a movie studio, so I’m running around a lot and occasionally being yelled at. It could drive anyone to drink to excess on the weekend,” she lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip just as the bartender returned with their bottle on ice and two champagne flutes.
Chuck was slightly impressed by her job. Not that she was an intern, that was abominable. But it was impressive that she worked for a major movie studio. They talked for awhile, until the bottle of Dom was nearly empty. Chuck’s hand rested on her thigh slowly moving up throughout the evening. “What do you say we take this back to my room?” he finally asked, lips brushing against her ear.
The bubbles from the champagne had gone to her head and she was feeling lovely and warm. The hand on her thigh was encouraged by a couple scoots closer to him on the booth. Eyes fluttered close for a brief moment when she felt his breath on his ear, “Yes.” That was definitely what she wanted. Things were going quite well with him and in that moment she realized that she had an itch that needed some scratching and Chuck was the perfect person for that. With a smile she moved out of the booth and waited for him to join her and lead her to his room.
He placed his hand on the small of her back as they made their way to the elevators. Once the elevator doors closed he swiftly turned her around pushing her against them, his lips crashed into hers aggressively. His hand moved under her dress snaking it’s way up her thigh the other pressed against the closed doors. The doors opened and he broke away only briefly to lead her the few steps across the hall into his suite.
Oh yes. This was exactly what she was looking for. She let out a moan when her back hit the elevator doors and kissed him back fiercely. Her hands reached up to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt just slightly. They didn’t get very far when the doors opened back up and she had to catch her balance quickly. She managed to do it smoothly and she quickly followed him out of the elevator and into his suite. Wow, being a businessman definitely had its perks.
This wasn’t the hotel that he lived in so he didn’t have the penthouse. However, he did have a presidential suite. Not that he was going to give Chloe a tour. Lips back on hers he pushed her back towards his bedroom removing his jacket in the process. It fell to the ground just before they reached the bedroom. Chuck’s hand were back under her dress tugging it up over her head, lips parting so he could remove it.
Heels were kicked off when his lips found hers so she could stumble towards the bedroom a lot easier. She reached back to unzip part of her dress so she could wiggle out of it when he lifted it over her head. Arms up, dress up, and she was left in her red matching set of underwear. She reached out for him to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and pushed it open as she felt the back of her legs hit the bed.
Clothes came off, followed by lingerie and Chuck’s boxers. They collapsed onto the bed, tangling in the sheets. Chuck very much enjoyed the taste of her lips, feel of her flesh against his. He wouldn’t have minded going at it all night but after a few rounds they both passed out. It didn’t usually happen to him but perhaps he had too much to drink. Another rare occurrence considering how high his tolerance was.
It had been quite a fun end to the evening and Chloe was certainly not one to complain. She wasn’t a huge cuddler type with strangers, so she had kept a bit of a distance between them and followed his lead when it came to sleeping. It also surprised her that she was able to fall asleep so easily, but the drinking had certainly help. However, it didn’t seem to keep the dreams from turning into nightmares. The creepy janitor came at her face once again and she woke up at the end of a scream and she was panting.
The sound of screaming woke Chuck. What the fuck? Why was there even someone else in bed with him? He never let girls stay the night. He must have been more exhausted than he though considering he hadn’t kicked the blonde out. What was her name again? Courtney or Chloe or something. “What’s your problem?” Chuck asked groggily eyes still closed.
Shit. Of course she woke him up. She had her head in her hands as she tried to calm herself down, “Sorry. Nightmares. Usually doesn’t happen.” It was a simple explanation and she knew that she had worn her welcome because of it, so she quickly moved to grab swing her legs over the edge of the bed and go gather her stuff. Staying here in embarrassment was the last thing she wanted to do.
Chuck didn’t care about her nightmares. He felt her get up out of the bed relieved she was going. Saved him the trouble of actually having to kick her out. “Right. Bye.” Was all Chuck said rolling over and going back to sleep.