小说园

第18部分（第1页）

？Not　only　that；？　Jason　continued；　？I　was　just　on　my　way　out　to　pick　up　a　nice　cold　bottle　of　ros？。

Have　you　been　up　to　the　roof　yet？　Maybe　you？d　like　to　join　me　for　a　wele…to…the…building

drink？？

？I　didn？t　know　we　could　get　up　there！？　A　cool　glass　of　pink　wine　with　a　broad…shouldered；

blue…eyed　stranger　sounded　like　the　perfect　way　to　celebrate　the　end　of　a　milestone　of　a　day：　new

job；　new　house　。　。　。

New　romance？

Serena　was　busy　memorizing　her　lines　for　tomorrow。　A　drink　with　Jason　would　keep　Blair　out　of

her　hair。

？I　know　a　way；？　he　said；　winking。　？I？ll　meet　you　in　fifteen　minutes？？

Under　normal　circumstances　that　would　hardly　have　been　enough　time　for　Blair　Waldorf　to

prepare　herself　for　an　evening　t？te…？…t？te；　but　this　was　the　new　and　improved；　girl…with…a…job；

ever…fashion…ready；　easygoing　summertime　Blair　Waldorf。

？I？ll　give　you　ten。？　She　skipped　up　the　stairs　slowly　turning　back　to　smile　at　him。　？By　the　way；

I？m　Blair。？

After　throwing　on　a　casual　pink　floral　Lilly　Pulitzer　tunic　top　and　some　white　shell…embellished

flip…flops；　Blair　headed　upstairs。　Jason　was　already　waiting　for　her　with　a　blanket　slung　over　his

shoulder　and　a　bottle　clutched　in　his　hand。　He　scaled　the　rusty　ladder　and　pushed　open　the　black

steel　trapdoor。　Then　he　reached　down　to　help　Blair　up　with　more　studly　grace　than　Marcus　had

ever　shown。　Blair　grabbed　his　hand　eagerly　and　let　him　pull　her　up　to　the　rooftop。

？I　hope　it　doesn？t　rain　tonight；？　she　remarked　as　she　twirled　around；　taking　in　three　hundred　and

sixty　degrees　of　Manhattan　skyline　view。　？Because　I？m　never　goingdown　that　ladder。？　She　was

only　half…kidding。

？I　told　you　the　view　was　great；？　Jason　teased；　digging　a　wine　key　into　the　cork　and　pulling　it　out

with　a　satisfying　pop。

It　wasn？t　as　manding　as　the　view　of　Central　Park　from　the　high…up　terrace　of　Blair？s　Fifth

Avenue　penthouse；　but　there　was　something　magical　about　the　hot　summer　haze　lin…gering　over

the　neighborhood？s　bland　apartment　towers。　The　trees　weren？t　as　perfectly　pruned　as　the　oaks　and

elms　that　surrounded　the　park；　but　the　spindly　branches　that　peeked　above　the　roofline　were　lush

and　green。　The　Upper　East　Side；　Blair　realized；　was　just　like　Bailey　Winter？s　line：　from　Fifth　to

Park　Avenues　was　Bailey　Winter　Couture；　everything　from　the　Park　to　Lexington　was　like　Bailey

Winter　Collection；　and　everything　between　there　and　the　river　was　Bailey　by　Bailey　Winter。

That？s　one　way　to　think　of　it。

？It？s　really　nice；？　she　agreed；　taking　a　plastic　cup　of　chilled　wine　and　settling　onto　the　worn　navy

blue　cotton　blanket　Jason　had　spread　on　the　warm　tar　roof。　It　wasn？t　as　soft　as　her　favorite

cashmere　Asprey　picnic　throw；　but　she　had　on　the　per…fect　summer　outfit；　a　gorgeous　man　was

sitting　next　to　her；　and　her　career　in　fashion　was　about　to　explode。　Who　needed　minor　British

royalty？　She　was　a　New　Yorker　and　this　was　a　classic　summer…in…New…York　moment。　London　was