Safeguard// A.I.

Parisian Corners

"Oh c'mon! There's so more than that," Blair laughed in french. I smiled and looked down and picked up the crystal wine glass to my lips. Perhaps and orange juice and champagne was a bit rebellious to drink at eight in the morning.

"No, not really," I replied back in French, the language rolling off my tongue easily.

Blair brought the fork to her mouth, eating the strawberry off the fine china before speaking again.

"So you two just kissed and that was it? No grabbing, groping, nothing?" She sounded mildly disappointed. I shook my head.

"No, not really. He got a bit handsy at my waist but that was really it. Did I mention to you just how large his hands are?"

Blair rolled her eyes. "I'm sure, he's a drummer."

I grinned. "Oh yeah, he is."

We ate in silence for a moment. We were currently sitting in a hotel cafe, a very pricey one at that. It's not like it mattered to her, she and her boyfriend lived here for free. It must be nice having a boyfriend who owns five star hotels across the globe.

"I have a thing coming up in NYC," she said out of the blue, switching to English.

I hummed in response. "Oh yeah? How big?"

She shrugged. "Victoria Beckham and Cindy Crawford are going to be there."

I choked on my mimosa.

"You're kidding me right?"

Blair shook her head, brown locks shaking too.

"Oh my god! That's great! I'm so excited for you."

Blair smiled even brighter. "Yeah, Matthew," her boyfriend, you know, the one who's rich and owns five star hotels. "He took me out to dinner and it was a total set up. Dick Worthing, Cindy and Victoria's manager, wanted to give me the invitation in person. I almost cried."

"Wow! Oh my god, I hope you and Matt had some hardcore sex after that."

She gave me a wink. "Oh, let me tell you, we did."

And boy did she tell me. Every detail. If I didn't know what to do in bed, I did now.

I jumped and hurried for my phone the second it started ringing, looking for a reason to get away from Blair and her detailed sex talk. I didn't even check the collar ID before answering.

"Van Der Woodsen," I said into the phone.

"Whoa, no need for fomalities," the other voice said.

I laughed softly, recognizing the Aussie accent. "Sorry, I didn't check the name first."

He hummed softly. "That's how you usually answer the phone then?"

"Yeah, it is," I told him. Blair was looking at me curiously. I waved her off but she kept urging me to put it on speaker.

"No," I whispered, covering the speaker. I narrowed my eyes at Blair. She rolled her eyes as I got up.

"You can have phone sex in my room," she called after me in french. I gave her prompt finger, I could hear her laugh from the lobby.

"Sorry," I said to Ashton. "I was having breakfast with Blair."

"It's fine. I was worried I'd wake you up but then remembered you're more punctual than the sun."

I laughed at him. "No, I'm just usually doing lots of things."

"Oh yeah?" He laughed.

"Yeah," I laughed back.

"What are you doing today?" He asked innocently.