？Right； duh。？ Duke slapped himself on the head with a goofy laugh。 ？Want to dance instead？？ He
held out his hand； his arm muscles rippling invitingly。 He looked like he never missed a workout
and survived on a diet of protein drinks and wheatgrass。
Vanessa tugged on her red shirt again and took Duke？s hand； following him out onto the
throbbing； crowded dance floor。 She couldn？t believe herself？shehated to dance！ At least no one
she knew would be watching。
Oh yeah？
audrey keeps her clothes on
Because the snow had bee pletely unnavigable and they were trapped downtown； Blair
decided that the most attractive option was to get a suite in the hotel upstairs。
？We can watch TV and order room service；？ she whispered enticingly in Owen？s ear。 ？It？ll be
fun。？
The room was luxurious； with a king…sized bed； a sunken Jacuzzi tub； a flat…screen plasma TV
hanging on the wall； and an impressive view of the partially frozen； white…washed Hudson River。
Owen called room service and ordered a bottle of Veuve Clicquot； filet mignon； pommes frites；
and chocolate mousse cake； and when it came they lay on the bed； feeding each other cake and
watchingTop Gun on TNT。
？How e you and your wife split up？？ Blair asked； forking a piece of cake into Owen？s open
mouth。 Chocolatey crumbs fell onto the white 450…thread…count Egyptian cotton pillowcases。
Owen dipped a teaspoon into the cake？s frosting and offered the spoon to Blair to lick off。 ？We
haven？t。 。 。 。？ He hesitated； his gorgeous； shapely eyebrows furrowing as he considered his
answer。 ？I？d really rather not talk about it。？
Blair smiled sympathetically as she let the frosting melt on her t