th mustard and ketchup and onions and sauerkraut—and she
was going to eat it in three bites and then burp in her mother’s
face。 If Cyrus could stick his tongue down her mother’s throat in
front of all of her friends； then she could eat a stupid hot dog。
“I’ll be right back；” Blair told Kati and Isabel。
She whirled around and began to walk across the room to the front
hall。 She was going to put on her coat； go outside； get a hot dog
from the vendor； eat it in three bites； e back； burp in her
mother’s face； have another drink； and then have sex with Nate。
“Where are you going？” Kati called after her。 But Blair didn’t stop；
she headed straight for the door。
Nate saw Blair ing and extracted himself from Cyrus and Blair’s
mother just in time。
“Blair？” he said。 “What’s up？”
Blair stopped and looked up into Nate’s sexy green eyes。 They were
like the emeralds in the cufflinks her father wore with his tux when
he went to the opera。
He’s wearing your heart on his sleeve； she reminded herself；
forgetting all about the hot dog。 In the movie of her life； Nate would
pick her up and carry her away to the bedroom and ravish her。
But this was real life； unfortunately。
“I have to talk to you；” Blair said。 She held out her glass。 “Fill me
up； first？”
Nate took her glass and Blair led him over to the marble…topped wet
bar by the F