ho only wanted to
go to Yale to get drunk and seduce the captain of the crew team； possibly getting pregnant in the
process and forcing that innocent； previously upstanding Yale male to marry her and work like a
slave for the rest of his life to keep her in the style she was accustomed to。
Just then an extremely well groomed businessman sitting at the bar spun around on his
gold…painted barstool and smiled at her。 He had wavy black hair； bright blue eyes with long curly
lashes； and distinctly arched black eyebrows。 His face and hands were deeply tanned； as if he
played tennis in the sun every day of his life； and he was wearing a gorgeous navy blue wool suit
with a crisp white shirt and simple gold cuff links。 Blair didn？t usually notice older guys； and this
guy was at least thirty…eight； but he was so handsome； it was impossiblenot to notice。
？Are you Blair Waldorf； by any chance？？ he asked in a deep； familiar voice。
Blair nodded tentatively。 ？Yes？？
He slid off his stool and walked over to her table； leaving an empty glass tumbler behind on the
bar。 He held out his right hand。 ？I？m Owen Wells。？
？Hi！？ Blair jumped to her feet and took his hand； feeling pletely confused。 First of all； Owen
Wells was her father？s colleague； so he should have been old； badly dressed； balding； and fat。 Not
that her father was。 Her father worked out with a personal trainer every day； wore designer clothes；
and had great hair。 But he wasgay 。 Second of all； Owen Wells had said he？d be wearing his Yale
tie； and this guy wasn？t wearing a tie at all； just a crisp white dress shirt； unbuttoned so she could
see the top of the clean white undershirt he was wearing ove