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While Blair and Olivia talked about fashion, he focused on his task. The dinner. He was in the mood for a fancier setup. It was not necessary, but he felt like challenging himself with a time constraint. He was curious how fancy he could go in thirty minutes.

Also, he was never in the habit of skipping opportunities to impress the girls he liked. Blair knew he could cook some amazing dishes, but she never had his full fancy service, and it would be good for Olivia to see him doing something other than fighting.

He went with a nice European mix, starting with French onion soup, seared scallops as starter, tenderloin with cherry reduction as the main dish, with a nice steamed and roasted vegetable plate spiced to perfection. And, too close, a classic Italian zabaglione to complete the set.

And, maybe one or two signature cocktails with a light alcohol touch.

It was an ambitious menu considering he only had thirty minutes, but still doable.

He started by removing his shirt and tying down an apron. After all, even the cooking was a show.

Then, he laid down the materials. The tenderloin went into the oven to warm up, a little cheating trick to ensure it would be nearer to the right temperature. While doing that, Blair and Olivia managed to stay focused on their fashion talk.

That stopped when he started preparing the vegetables. His chef’s knife danced with a speed that would get him rewarded in a skill show. Olivia stopped looking at the tablet in hand, and started watching him.

“Really? A bit of a show, already distracted,” Blair complained, which would have been more effective if her eyes hadn’t turned on his shoulders as well.

Once he finished mincing the shallots and dicing the carrots, he piled them in the steamer and moved onto the next steps, noticing that his choreography was helping him to turn that into a show.

He started humming a melody that came to his mind, just the right side of dangerous and fun, occasionally pulling off flashier tricks like flambe, even juggling, which seemed to be the antithesis of cool. But, considering it was able to keep the fascinated attention of two beautiful women, one a famous Manhattan socialite and the other a celebrity, he felt that he was in the right direction.

Apparently, even juggling could be cool under the right circumstances.

His hands moved, and his attention split, and twenty minutes later, a delicious table started to assemble.

“Dinner is ready,” he called as he plated everything.

Blair stood up immediately, and Olivia followed, still hesitant about the situation. “You weren’t joking when you said you could cook,” Olivia muttered.

He smirked, but Blair spoke faster. “He dabbles,” she said smugly, happy to steal his joke.

“He dabbles?”

“That’s what he says whenever he does something halfway decent,” Blair said as she sat down, and took the first sip from the soup, her eyes widened as she tasted, but she didn’t say anything else.

Her sharp tongue was a part of her special charm.

Olivia tasted the soup as well, her eyes wide. “Halfway decent?” she asked, shocked. “This is amazing.”

Blair sighed theatrically. “Don’t play into his ego. The bastard is already smug enough before you get fascinated by his tricks. Keep it for the real performance.”

“Real performance?” Olivia asked.

He smirked. “Yes, Blair. What’s the real performance?”

Blair blushed, then threw a piece of bread at him. “Shut up,” she said, her blush answering the question.

Olivia’s eyes widened. “That good?”

Blair didn’t answer, just put back a haughty expression to conceal her blush and focused on her food, choosing to ignore the question. That reaction made Olivia’s eyes widen even more. Olivia might have arrived at NYU recently, but learning about Blair was not hard, especially not when she was dating Dan.

Blair not having a sarcastic quip ready to go was a strong tell.

“Speaking of all things good, you remember that dinner is only the first half of the bet,” he said.

“Oh,” Olivia said, blushing as Blair turned, her smile double the vicious.

“What’s the bet?” Blair asked.

“Entertainment, appropriate for the setting,” he said with a smirk.

Blair smiled, enjoying Olivia’s shuffle even more, yet she turned to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be the honest seductress?” she teased him.

“Well, someone decided trying to hustle me,” he said, telling the story while they finished the soup, and he served the scallops. It didn’t help Olivia’s blush, but the mood at the table turned cheerful.

And charged.

“Fine,” Olivia said with a wide smile, far more relaxed once he finished telling the story, though he didn’t detail the fight part. “You want entertainment from a professional. I’ll give you that,” she whispered, reaching for her phone to put on a song.

“Don’t worry, we have something much better,” he said as he touched his phone, and the same song came from the speakers all around the house while the lights dimmed.

“Good setup,” Olivia said as she stood up. “I have a feeling what your answer will be if I ask you about music,” she said.

Blair smirked. “You’re learning.”

Just like that, the amazing dinner he prepared turned into the second fiddle to Olivia’s show. She started swaying to the music, her movements even sexier than he had expected. He raised an eyebrow. “Pole dancing is a good exercise,” she admitted with a blush that was too thick for it to be the full story, but he didn’t probe.

It was gauche to interrogate people about fun secrets.

“Wow,” Blair muttered, her fascinated gaze not a surprise after the reaction she had to his ‘home movies’. They watched as Olivia swayed to the song, her jeans dropping down halfway, though she still stopped long enough to put her heeled boots back on.

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?” he quipped.

“Extraordinary,” Blair declared as she watched Olivia sway to the music.

It was not an exaggeration. Anyone else might have been stifled by performing to others, but not Olivia. She was already a bona fide movie star, and giving a show was more in her comfort zone.

Of course, just because it was a show didn’t mean it was fake. Her practiced dancing mixed with genuine arousal, her panties getting noticeably wet even in the dimness of the light.

She worked the room until the end of the song. “Intermission,” she called and sat back. “It would be a crime to let this amazing tenderloin cool down.”

Blair’s growl of protest was beautiful, just not as much as the blush that followed, clearly into the show.

“Certainly,” he said as he served the main course, tenderloin with a side of vegetables.

Olivia’s eyes widened when she tasted the vegetable side dish. “Damn, this is delicious,” she whispered.

“More than the tenderloin?” he asked.

“Well, no, but when dieting for a role, skipping a meal with steamed vegetables is not uncommon,” she said. “This…”

“I’ll give you a few recipes, don’t worry,” he said.

“Cooking, directing, fighting,” Olivia muttered. “Just who are you?”

“Fighting?” Blair asked. “What fighting?”

“Just a few idiots that tried to accost us at the bar, nothing important,” he said.

“Nothing important?” Olivia said, her tone charged. “One of them pulled a knife!”

“A knife!” Blair reacted as she jumped to her feet and dashed to his side, checking him very carefully. “Are you—“

“Not even a scratch, don’t worry,” he said, then caught Olivia’s gaze. “They weren’t even able to swing it.”

Olivia looked sheepish, but when he gestured her to walk away, she nodded in understanding, and left them alone.

He waved his hand. “What exactly happened?” Blair asked, still hugging him tightly, trying to contain her panic. He hugged her back, mostly because he wanted to help her with her worry. Blair, for all her carefully cultivated cold attitude, carried a romantic heart, and bonded quickly, always looking for love and support.

That had been the source of her problems back in the show. Chuck was the worst kind of toxic personality, deliberately cultivating a codependent relationship habit, and a cowardly prince that transformed into a listless beast didn’t help.

Without his involvement, Dan would have been her best relationship by far, which was a sad state of affairs, as every ex-girlfriend of Dan could attest to. Not to mention, Dan had his own inferiority complex to battle, and could never survive a love triangle with Chuck Bass.

Sometimes, Blair would have needed someone to fight for her, and Dan lacked the will to see through to the end, always giving up at the wrong moment. There was a difference between respecting the choices of a partner and pulling oneself from a relationship, a distinction Dan would never understand, too distracted by his own victim complex.

He had to admit, in that way, he was a combination of Blair’s three love interests from the show in the best way possible.

He was mysterious and strong, popping her life to sweep her off into her feet like Louis would have done without his presence derailing that fate, providing her life with a dash of wonder she desperately needed.

He understood Blair’s fragile inner world as Dan would have done, though without requiring a series of devastating events that would leave her life ruined.

And, he also offered the spicy edge she craved in her relationships that Chuck had whispered her like a siren’s song, accepting the darker parts of her personality. Only, unlike Chuck, he didn’t encourage her to indulge them limitlessly, without care, but channeled it to worthy targets.

Add in the fact that he defended her against her mother in a way no one else had done; it was no wonder that the idea of him getting injured was so scary for her.

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t dangerous. I know exactly how good I am compared to my opponent, and a bar filled with lowlifes is not enough to threaten me,” he said. “I’m strong.”

“Because you dabble in fighting as well,” Blair whispered. “What are you, James Bond?”

“Calling me British with a taste for watered-down martinis, how crass,” he mocked. “I’m a true cornfed American.”

“Like a cow,” she teased.

“How about a bull if we’re going with animal metaphors?” he responded and kissed her. She melted against his chest. “Sorry about worrying you. I promise you, I was not in danger even for a bit.”

She hummed. “Fine,” she admitted with a sigh. “But we’ll talk about it later.”

“Fine, we will,” he surrendered, because he could see that she was asking it out of pure worry rather than anything else, and he didn’t want her to stop poking randomly.

“We still have the second leg of our show,” Blair called as she shifted to sit on his lap.

Olivia returned, but she used her absence to change. Instead of her casual outfit, she was wearing platform shoes, fishnet stockings, and a sexy nurse uniform. She must have checked the pile he had for the shoots.

Then, he noticed that Olivia had her phone in hand. She looked at the screen, her expression sharpened, and she sent a message.

“How much do you want to bet that Dan became the lonely boy once again,” Blair whispered, happy to change the topic.

“Depends on whether you want to bet on how long Dan would mope before he starts dating Vanessa?” he responded with a smirk.

“Fine, truce,” Blair responded. “Good call, though. Don’t tell me you went to the trouble of researching him?”

“I didn’t need to. I have seen how he looks at Vanessa at the party. For a man claiming to be an artist, he’s surprisingly unaware of his own feelings.”

Then, Olivia returned to their side, not looking particularly annoyed. After all, her relationship with Dan was hardly intense enough to justify such a thing. “You can tell your friend that you fulfilled your promise and seduced Dan’s girlfriend,” Olivia said with a challenge, and just a touch of fear.

Like a part of her was expecting to be kicked or mocked. Admittedly, considering the other people who surrounded Dan, it was a fair question. He could only imagine what Chuck would have said if he were sitting in his place.

Instead, he grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into a deep kiss, leaving her in a daze. “Good, since that little favor is dealt with, we can have some fun,” he promised.

“Let’s finish the dessert first,” Blair said, which seemed to be a kind offer. Then, Blair shifted, leaving one of his knees empty.

“This is absurd,” Olivia said, but she still sat on his other leg. He couldn’t say he was complaining about having two sexy ladies on his lap. Then, she took a bite out of the zabaglione he had prepared, her eyes widening. “This is incredible. I wish I could have seconds without ruining my diet.”

“You can,” he replied, his hand cupping her ass.

“My diet is very strict—“

“Believe me, you’ll burn it and more,” Blair said.

“Really?”

Blair chuckled. “Yes. Let’s just say there’s a reason I’m so open to threesomes, and it’s not because I suddenly became meek and generous,” Blair said.

Olivia blushed. “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

Blair laughed. “You don’t have to lie. I have a reputation for being an evil manipulator with dictatorial tendencies, and it wasn’t accidental.”

“So, those stories are true?” she asked.

“Most of them,” Blair said, then, for the next ten minutes, Olivia listened while Blair told some stories, none of them were slanted to make her some kind of innocent and wronged party.

He could also feel the hint of vulnerability underneath. Blair was opening up about her past the best way she knew, hiding her fears about what he would think. It surprised him in a very positive way.

“… and, you don’t have to worry much about Lonely Boy. Just send a message to your roommate and ask her keep an eye on him. He’ll stop being lonely in a couple of days at most.”

That made Olivia’s eyes widen. “Are they…”

“Yes, they have a complicated past, more or less like everyone else,” Blair said, then paused. “The Upper East Side has a habit of…”

“Cross-contaminate,” he suggested. Blair sent a sharp glare at him. He smirked. “Hey, it’s better than some of the other words that can be used to describe your group.”

Olivia giggled. “Well, I checked this Gossip Girl site, and even half of what’s there is true, he has a point.”

Blair sighed. “I hate that site, but it’s because almost everything is true one way or another. Sometimes misleading, but almost never false.”

That made the evening transform in a weird direction. They ended up chatting amicably over cocktails after moving to the couch, with Olivia sharing about the stress of early fame, and Blair sharing her own public growing, different yet similar.

It was somewhat of a friendly girl talk, it would have been completely ordinary if Olivia still wasn’t wearing a slutty nurse costume.

Or they were still sitting on his lap.

[Achievement complete. Help Blair make a friend.

Challenge: Hard]

[+10 Perception

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He picked the stat while he listened to them chat. He wasn’t surprised by the relatively high rank of achievement, knowing how difficult for Blair to make real friends.

It was better for Olivia as well. For all their claims of being different than ‘others’, neither Dan nor Vanessa were particularly good friends when push came to shove.

He was happy to let them talk while he listened. After all, it would have been a fun conversation to listen even without having two extremely beautiful women on his lap, occasionally teasing him … then it stopped being occasional.

“You still have the second act of your strip show,” Blair finally reminded her about half an hour later, vacating her seat and sitting next to him. “Maybe a lap dance.”

“Good idea,” Olivia said as she pressed her hips, and started grinding against him passionately. Blair was too fascinated to stay away, immediately reaching out to touch Olivia’s hips.

She tried to hide it merely out of curiosity, but sensing her hesitancy, Olivia reached down and guided her hands under her nurse costume. Soon, her nurse costume rolled up, and Blair started caressing Olivia’s breasts, her fingers hesitant.

Olivia moaned happily, though it might had to do something to do with him finally unzipping before sliding inside, her tiny panties easily pushed aside.

“Finally,” Olivia moaned. Blair leaned back, watching in fascination as he started impaling Olivia hard. “Harder,” she moaned.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, you bastard,” she growled. “You have been teasing me for hours. I need my relief.”

“Maybe I should try edging—“

“Try that, and I’ll stab you,” she warned, her anger intense.

Blair found herself giggling even as she leaned back. “I’m not bad when you get going, am I?” she asked as she rapidly undressed, then started playing with herself while watching them.

He just chuckled. Blair blushed, and decided not to ask any more questions. Instead, she started playing with herself, her lips occupied by her moans.

Olivia moaned, already losing track of the conversation. She had been tense enough when she arrived at the penthouse, and the erotic cooking show followed by the seating arrangement didn’t exactly help her calm down.

Abruptly her body arched back, a loud moan escaping her mouth as she fell back against his chest, her entire body quivering.

He could have let her calm down, but instead, he pushed her onto all fours, right in front of Blair. While he drilled her hard, Olivia leaned down enough that her tongue joined Blair’s fingers in the journey of bringing Blair to a climax.

[Achievement complete. Give Olivia her best orgasm to date.

Challenge: Hard]

[+5 to Any Stat

1 Random Gold Skill

1 Random Gold Reward]

He hummed happily while he put the stat to Charisma, slowly pushing it closer to three hundred. Blair climaxed very soon after Olivia, which seemed to be triggered by Olivia’s climax, enough for him to realize Blair’s fascination with the videos of him with other women wasn’t just about her fascination with her female form.

She thoroughly enjoyed her partner ‘defeat’ other women as well.

Luckily for her, she found the perfect man for it…