“Oh Charles, I just realized. You and Blair haven’t met before, have you?”
“We’ve run into each other before.” That was all he offered, and before Eleanor could press further. He set his empty brandy glass down, and stood up from his seat. “I’m afraid I must be going.” He turned to Eleanor as he spoke, realizing she wore the pants in that family. “The dinner was lovely. Thank you for allowing me to share it. Mr. Waldorf.” He nodded at Harold, and then turned to find Dorota eagerly waiting with his coat. He took it from her with a charming smile, and turned towards the outer room where he could finally escape.
“I love it.” She breathed, and was surprised by her own voice. Chuck turned to her, surprise evident on his face, before he covered it again with that familiar blank expression she was getting used to. “Do you?” She could tell he genuinely wanted to know.
“I do.” She nodded.
He was holding her close, and she let herself cuddle into his side, taking in the hard planes of his body. It felt wonderful, and she burrowed in even closer. She gripped his shirt when they made it outside, and ducked her head. He helped her into the limo first, and she leaned back into him the moment he got in beside her.The arm Chuck had curled around her shoulders pulled her even closer, and she leaned in resting her face against his chest. Her eyes closed next, and then oblivion.