pugs that were
angrily attacking the broom。 Every so often； she slid the camera across her lap to face Bailey
Winter himself； who was wearing a vintage boy？s khaki suit？short pants and all？that he？d had
remade to acmodate his girth。 It was the raw material for a jaw…dropping documentary。
？Don？t fiddle too much； darling；？ clucked Bailey disap…provingly。
Vanessa smiled placidly and turned her camera back to the action in the pool。 As she sat still like
that； her mind drifted idly over the whirlwind of the past couple of weeks。 She？d gone from
Hollywood player to friendless Hamptons servant to kept woman。 It was all pretty exciting； in a
way； but the thing was； she missed having someone to share it with。
Vanessa surprised herself when she realized that she wasn？t just staring idly into space： she was
admiring Chuck Bass？s perfectly toned torso； the little ripple in his muscles as he ran his fingers
through his damp…but…still…perfectly…mussed dark locks。 Forgetting for a minute everything she
knew about the guy； every interaction she？d ever had with him； and every grody rumor she？d tried
to ignore； she kind of wanted to reach out and 。 。 。 touch him。 She licked her lips involuntarily。
？That？s it！？ Bailey Winter threw his pencil into the nearby swimming pool； then grabbed
another。 ？You look amazing。You look satisfied and hungry all at once。 Like you？re ready for
dessert； even though you？ve just had the yummiest meal ever！？
Vanessa blushed； embarrassed； and then reminded her…self she wasn？t admiring Chuck Bass；
necessarily； just his various physical attributes。 The truth was； her type was a little skinnier and
paler than Chuck。 The thought of Da