"You know, I don't think my dad will notice if a little money is missing from the account," Chuck mused, glancing at the ever increasing pile of merchandise the poor man he had paid to carry was staggering under the weight of.

"It's your own fault," huffed Blair as she glanced back and forth between two seemingly identical purses each costing five grand, before tossing them both into the pile. "If you hadn't decided to take a detour you wouldn't have been late in meeting me." She flashed him an angry face, but Chuck could see the memory and humiliation of sitting at Butter all alone, waiting for someone you weren't sure would show.

"That earns me bankruptcy?" he asked, amused. Truthfully, he didn't mind buying Blair the entire store, as long as she took a while. The good thing about this trip was getting to spend more time with Blair. Even better- an angry Blair. Hot. Chuck wet his lips subconsciously as he pictured her curves contained in the blood-red, strapless, thigh-length dress she was considering. Well, considering wasn't really the right word. Seeing as Chuck was paying, Blair wouldn't feel bad buying up everything she saw.

"Don't even think about it," she warned, reading his emotions without even looking. Chuck smirked, not surprised that she knew how impure his thoughts were at the moment. "You know," she said slowly, the tenor of her voice suggesting an inside joke, "you could have saved yourself the money and just have gone with the original punishment." Chuck blanched, the mere notion of abstinence from Blair enough to make him feel queasy. Blair glanced up at his face quickly, a smirk rivaling his own expertly painted across her face.

"Waldorf," he murmured, his voice husky with want. She swatted at his outstretched hand, lowering her voice to a whisper.

"Bass!" she hissed angrily. "If you get me kicked out of Bendels again, I swear to God…" She didn't need to finish her threat to have Chuck sweating.

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"Between you and me, I think that went rather well," Chuck admitted as he held the door for the queen herself. It was raining, and they stood under an umbrella provided by his driver. She snapped, pointing to the limo to direct the employee now loading her bags into the large car.

"Don't push your luck, Bass," teased Blair, good humor lighting her features. The sound of something hitting the ground rang out clearly above the torrent of the rain, making both teen's heads whip around towards the limo. The poor man had let a single bag slip, and Blair's new Marc Jacobs purse was drenched, and most likely ruined.

Oh shit,though Chuck bitterly. He was going to be blamed for this man's blunder. Should have just gone with blue balls, he told himself as Blair's flaming eyes lit on him.

There go my concessions.