wanted to move in or something。
Owen pulled back the chair opposite hers and gestured for her to sit down。 ？So； should we get
started？？
Blair was grateful for his relaxed but businesslike manner。 She sat down on the edge of the
cushioned chair and crossed her legs primly。 ？Yes！？ She beamed at him
enthusiastically。 ？Whenever you？re ready。？
The cocktail waiter appeared to offer Owen another drink。 He ordered a Maker？s Mark and
cocked a dark eyebrow at Blair。 ？Can I get you something besides a Coke？ I promise I won？t tell
Yale or your dad。？
Blair scrunched up her toes inside her black Ferragamos。 If she said yes； she？d be admitting that
she really did want a drink； and if she said no； she might seem like a prude。 ？I？ll have a glass of
chardonnay；？ she told him； figuring white wine was the safest； most ladylike option。
？So。 Tell me why Yale should admit you；？ Owen asked after he？d ordered the wine。 He leaned
across the table and lowered his voice。 ？Are you really as bright as your dad claims？？
Blair sat up even straighter； twirl