there？？
She considered stripping down to only her Bvlgari pearls right there in the hallway； but the Yale
Club was booked solid； and what if some bow…tie…wearing Yale professor saw her naked tonight
and then she wound up having him in Intro to Law or another one of her freshman classes next
year？
Well； it would certainly make the class more interesting。
？Marcus？？ Blair pressed her ear against the door； listening for him。 Nothing。 She tried the knob。
The door was unlocked。 She pushed it open a few inches and stuck her head inside。 ？Marcus？？
Still nothing。 She pushed the door open all the way。
The drawers of the suite？s antique oak armoire had been pulled open and a damp towel lay
strewn on the bed。 The air was heavy with steam and the scent of Marcus？s Carolina Herrera for
Men cologne。 The closet door stood open。 The cedar suit hangers were all bare。 Marcus was gone。
Whoops。
Blair sat down heavily on the bed； feeling very much like the jilted but beautiful heroine in one
of the epic films in her head that she？d temporarily stopped watching。 She？d forgone her
enormous Jackie O sunglasses； her signature Herm？s head scarf； and her Burberry tea…length
trench coat； because the heroine who was in love and part of a couple didn？t need them。 Now she
wanted them back。
How had this happened？ Was her only purpose in life to serve as a fuck…over mat for boys like
Nate and Lord Marcus to wipe the soles of their lying； cheating Church？s of London shoes on？
Her stomach churning； she stood up and rushed next door to her own suite； fully intending to
make herself sick as soon as she reached the toilet。 Propped up on the bureau was a large