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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