Chapter 1

The Return of Bad and Worse

What started it all...

Lucas stood outside Brookes door unsure if what he was about to so was the right thing to do. After all he had just broken up with Peyton and fired her two weeks ago and all he and Brooke did was flirt he still felt like he was breaking the rules. The rule he himself mandated was no dating coworkers. He felt like this was a rule breaking move because not one hour ago she was his employee. She and Rachel were leaving to go do this internship for a fashion house and he felt the urge to make his feelings known before she left. He didn't know why but he just had to. He knocked a few times and then heard her steps traveling to the door. The minute she swung it open he felt like his breath was taken away. She had her hair swept up in a ponytail and her bangs drapped in her face. Her eyes sparkled and her lips were an inticing ruby red that he wanted so badly to kiss just to know what it felt like to kiss Brooke Davis. Her body leaned against the door frame and it wasn't until then he realized she was dressed only in a pair of really short pajama shorts and a matching haulter.

"Lucas what are you doing here?"

She asked because he was the last person she expected. She wasn't embarassed to be seen in her skimpy pajama's but she wasn't sure if that was really approriate for Mr. Appropriate.

"I came by to talk and...say goodbye."

"What are you talking about? You said goodbye."

"Not the way I wanted to."

'Here we go' she thought. She was instantly turned on by the low scruff of his voice and only hoped he meant what she thought he did. They had been dancing around each other and flirting since things went south with Peyton and Brooke found out her cousin Owen had slept with her. She was so upset to the point that she went and found Lucas and made him leave his office. She had told him that neither Peyton or Owen weren't worth it. Later, after Owen caught them doing their light banter, he got pissed thinking Lucas was going after his cousin to teach him a lesson Brooke started the heavy flirting just to piss Owen off even more. Lucas caught on to what she was doing and they'd been doing it ever since but along the way, he started to really like her. He wouldn't dare break his rule but now she was no longer his employee so fraternizing wouldn't be such a bad thing right?

She broke away from his intense stare and walked to her kitchen, suddenly she felt hot and thirsty. She didn't realize he was even behind her till his hands were on her hips and spinning her around for a kiss. In that moment Brooke could say she was honestly overwhelmed. The second his lips made contact she swooned. She actually swooned. Brooke Davis, the girl who doesn't swoon, fall or go stupid for any guy found herself unable to push away or question Lucas' actions. All she could do was be present while her body reacted. Her arms found his shoulders to stead herself and then when he bent down and caught both her legs right behind her knees and picked her up she was so turned on. Lucas Scott had always been the steady, reliable, dependable bore. He never showed too much emotion or passion about anything so in that moment Brooke was caught off guard and didn't even feel him walk to her living room to lay her on her couch.

Her legs parted on their own accord and allowed him the room so he could lay between her thighs. Lucas had day dreamed about this very spot and what it would feel like to finally show her how he really felt and the dreams did nothing to prepare him for how intoxicating the real thing was. His baser instincts to take Brooke had taken over long before he had even reached her door and he was thankful she wasn't turned off by his aggressive manner. Quite the contrary, she seemed to be more turned on that he was taking charge. She normally didn't relinquish control of her body to any man but the way his hands slid over her body and massaged her perky breasts made her loose her resolve very quickly.

She moaned every squeeze he gave and she found herself enticing him to go further when she pushed her hips up into him. He loved how he felt around her as she panted when his lips finally left hers' to let her breath but only to attack a spot on her neck and then her collarbone. She let out a few more raspy moans and raked her nails down his back before her doorbell rang. This time she was seriously debating on ignoring it, especially since Lucas' hand was now trailing down her toned abs to her lower regions. He wanted to give her a real good reason to stay on that couch with him and if she had let him she would have been very happy but her wits came back and she did the only thing she thought of to get him off of her.

She rolled so they now laid on the floor which didn't make the situation much better but she at least was on top now so she could make a break for it to clear her head of the things Lucas was doing to her. When she got to the door she spun around and found the floor empty as well as the couch. She knew exactly where he had gone and exactly what he was doing. Whoever was on the other side of the door sure as hell had had a good reason.

"Haley! What are you doing here" she asked breathless and honestly horny as hell. She was more than ready to push her buddy out the door and go back to seeing just how far 'Mr. Goody Two Shoes' was willing to go.

"I just came by to give you this" Haley said handing her a gift she had forgotten to give her at the party.
Brooke reached out to get it and Haley beamed, knowing she was going to love it.

"Haley you didn't have to-"

"Yes I did. I couldn't let my Tigger go away without a going away present."

"Awww Haley Bob."

She reached out and hugged her friend and started to unwrap the gift like a kid at Christmas, her mind on the other gift that was probably on her bed right now that she couldn't wait to unwrap. Brooke's eyes widened when she saw what her friend had gotten her. It was a sterling silver compact with the inscription of 'To Tigger/PG, Missing You"

"Lucas had the PG put on there."

Brooke's ears perked up at the sound of his name.

"Lucas?"

"Yeah, I know strange huh."

"I guess since the thing with Peyton and Owen we have gotten kind of close"...and getting closer the second she closed the door on Haley.

"What does PG stand for anyway?"

"Don't know..." she replied lying through her teeth, "..maybe I'll have to ask him."

"Kind of weird to give someone a gift and they don't know the nickname" Haley fished, knowing full well that Brooke was lying.

"Oh well." She yawned very obviously to give Haley the hint to get lost and she caught on.

"Okay, alright mushy moment dead, I'm gone. Call me when you land tomorrow I want to know everything about the glamorous life of an intern in the fashion world."

"Will do Hales. I'm gonna miss you."

Haley stepped forward to hug her best bud and then walked off quickly before the tears started. Brooke shut the door and put the box with the compact on her kitchen table. She walked slowly in to the back where her bedroom was and looked around slowly. To Lucas she looked beautiful, and very pouncable and that's exactly what he did. His arms encircled around her and her lips were once again his and he kissed her with every ounce of want he had in him. He pulled away to see a pleasing smirk across her face.

"So you're going to be missing me?"

"Whatever gave you that idea" he asked coily, knowing Haley had brought the gift they got for her.

"So the 'PG' on the compact out there wasn't from you? Oh well I guess it must've been from Chris."

He growled at the mention of that asshole's name. All the time she had been there Chris had been sniffing around like a dog in heat and Lucas didn't like it one bit, even if she wasn't his. Owen didn't seem to mind Chris as much as he minded Brooke being handsy with him but he didn't care what Owen thought, just the fact that it pissed him off whenever he looked up and Chris was crooning some crap tune he wrote to Brooke. He wasn't threatened by Chris, far from it. He knew without a doubt that Brooke would go for him before she would Chris.

"Well maybe you should thank him, but after I get to say goodbye the way I want."

He dipped down and kissed her again. Their lips locked in an intense way and Brooke almost got weak in the knees when his tongue brushed across her bottom lip before he sucked it in only to nibble on it and run his tongue back across to soothe it. She deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them backwards to her bed till they fell on it, him laying on top of her. It was the only this besides the dresser still in the room.

"This isn't some declaration of love" he said firmly. She managed to get her leg around his to maneuver her way on top while still kissing him. His hands rested on the curve of her ass, ever so slightly gripping it firmly to press her down onto his pelvis. Breathless she answered his statement.

"I wouldn't want it to be. Love is overrated" she said struggling to get his buttons undone.

He stared intently into her eyes with lust and when their eyes connected she felt a jolt go through her and suddenly she needed to have him. She was done playing around so instead she gripped his shirt on either side and ripped it open. She had expected him to make some sound of displeasure but instead he leaned up to lift her halter over her head, revealing her naked chest to him for the first time. The skin on skin contact made him abandon all sense he had and just relished the feel of her hardening nipples against his chest. His hands roamed her back while pressing her into him. She reached up to remove the ponytail holder and allowed her hair to cascade down over her shoulders.

Lucas let one hand fall to her thigh and the other traveled up into her locks and stayed there. He gripped her hair softly to move her head to the side so he could have access to her neck. He use to spend hours admiring her neck, her lips, her hips, her ass, her back, he could go on and on and on about how pervish he used to be about her when they were closing the club up alone, just the two of them. Now he was getting to live out the fantasy that had eluded him due to his Boy Scout nature. She continued to moan as he nipped at her skin but soon her soft moans turned into louder ones when she felt his hands grab both breasts to press them together and his tongue rubbed across them agonizingly slow at first and then he sucked one nipple and then the other as she squirmed under his touch. She couldn't help the nail scratching, the moans or the way her hands raked through his hair roughly, slightly tugging on the strands she could get her hands on. Soon she had had enough of his teasing and was about to take back control when he let go of one of her breasts and ran his hand down her stomach and into her shorts.

The throaty, raspy moan that followed when his fingertips pushed her panties aside was enough to make him want to cum right them but he kept his cool. There was no way he was going to nut this fast. He wanted to at least bring her to her point first but if she kept making those noises he wasn't going to last long. Instead he decided he needed to control her more because she was driving him crazy. He rolled them over, his lips still on hers, his hand still down in her shorts and her still loving what he was doing to her.

She managed to get his pants undone and use her feet to push them down below the waist so she could get access to what she wanted and he was still teasing her with his fingers, not pushing in, just playing around on the outside and brushing over her clit a few times and the teasing was driving her crazy. The second he felt her going for his boxers he pushed one finger and then another in to check to see if she was ready for him and when his fingers slid in he knew he must've been doing something right because she was wetter than anyone he had ever been with and that was a turn on in its self.

He expected to prolong their sexual contact but she wasn't having that. She hand practically ripped his boxers away and she was pleasantly surprised by the rather large and hard member she grasped in her hands. She had suspected a roll in the hay with Lucas Scott would be worth the fall out one night when they danced and she was grinding on him and he got a little too excited. That night had been burned into her memory and she had pleasured herself to that moment many a time and could tell from the bulge he had been rubbing against her that night would be fun to have. Her grip on him tightened as she began to stroke him the more his fingers slid in and out. His thumb was now rubbing at her clit and she could feel the buildup starting in her toes for the oncoming orgasm but he suddenly stopped.

Before she could protest her fog of pleasure lifted and she observed him already with the condom on and about to line himself up at her opening. She gripped the sheets almost to the point of ripping them apart when he pushed inside. For the first time Lucas Scott got to fuck Brooke Davis and he loved every moment of it. From the biting of his shoulders when he went extra deep to her back arching when he hit a certain spot to the way her skin felt against him he was more than glad he finally decided to stop playing the boy scout and be bad boy Scott. He pumped into her with such determination she hadn't really noticed he was staring at her face, reading every expression of pleasure. When she did manage to crack her eyes open she laughed a little, not enough to make him stop but enough to make him want to know what was so funny.

"What are you laughing about" he said in between thrusts.

"You...starring at me...god...uhh that feels so good" she managed out while he sped up his hips.

"You just look so...sexy."

He dipped his head down to her breasts and began the combination of tongue and thrust action that would soon bring her to the brink with him not far behind. Twenty minutes later, when her walls clenched around him, he loved the loud pants of pleasure that spilled form her lips out into the apartment. He kept going, harder and faster to join her and when she tightened one last time he erupted and grunted in pleasure himself. He didn't collapse on her he just kept his eyes on her. She was like some sort of sexy devil sent to corrupt him. She still had her eyes closed, her chest heaving from the orgasm and she bit on her bottom lip in the sexiest way possible. He leaned down still bracing himself on one arm and leaned down and kissed her lip and sucked into his mouth. She kissed him back and grabbed ahold of his ass and squeezed getting a hiss out of him.

"Tell me again why I waited this long to make a move."

"I don't know Broody, you seemed like you wanted to be Mr. Goody goody."

"Not really."

He rolled over to his side and laid next to her. He looked over briefly to see if she had come down from her high yet and she still had her eyes closed. He wanted to see those gorgeous hazel eyes and know if what they had just done had had any effect of her.

"You remember the last time when we closed up together Pretty Girl?"

She remained still with her eyes closed but a smile crept onto her face, knowing what night he referred to.

"You mean during the storm, when it was just the two of us?"

"Yeah, I almost did it that night."

"You should have. I've been waiting on you to put out since the day I met you Broody."

He leaned back and looked up at her ceiling and loved the fact that she had been attracted to him as long as he had to her. It had sucked that he was still with Peyton but there was something about the brunette that got him all worked up.

"I remember you wearing that short skirt...mmmm and you look so...sexy in it."

"I'm glad you liked it, I wore it that night just for you."

"So you mean to tell me that night when you said you needed me to steady you on the ladder while you put the boxes up you were-"

"Trying to get you to touch me. If I remember correctly you didn't mind the view up my skirt that night."

"If I remember correctly you fell on top of me and said you had lost your balance."

"Lie. Pretty good huh?"

"I feel so violated."

"Please, you're the one who completely ignored my not so subtle hints and did nothing from that night on and then tonight you showed up on my apartment to have a goodbye fuck. I am the one who should feel used."

Lucas didn't mean for her to feel that way but didn't catch that she was only kidding.

"Brooke, I didn't mean for you to feel like-"

"Calm down Broody, I'm not mad. I rather enjoyed the surprise. Nothing like a good fuck to say how you really feel about a person. Best going away present ever." She had finally rolled over and looked at him.
He didn't' get a chance to look into her eyes because she was already up and grabbing a robe out of one

of her suitcases.

"So what is this?"

"What do you mean" she asked looking in the mirror and brushing out the matted locks from both their sweat.

"I mean...is this it?"

"Lucas..." she turned around, afraid to see the pout she knew he'd be sporting and sure enough it was more of a brooding expression, "Broody, you know I leave tomorrow."

"What if I come up to New York?"

"And what move, visit?"

"I don't know Brooke, I just...I really want to do this again."

He looked so dreamy eyes it was sweet. She should've told her former boss no, there is no way this could work but something in her told her she really wanted to do it again too.

"Okay, if you find a way to come up to the city...I'll try to make time. No promises though."

"No one knows about us okay, not even Rachel."

"Why, you scared Owen will kick your ass once he finds out you violated his sweet cousin."

"Owen wouldn't dare, besides there is nothing sweet about you."

"Hey, I may not be Virgin Mary but atleast I can say I never slept with anyone I worked with at Tric. No one other than Nathan can say that."

"I have to admit, it is hard. Long hours, busy work, fun people everywhere, free drinks."

"Exactly. So why don't you get your dirty ass out of my bed and get going."

"You kicking me out so soon?"

"Oh yeah, I have a feeling if you stay I just might miss my flight tomorrow."

"If you say so." He got up in all his naked glory and watched as Brooke's eyes trailed over him. She smirked and turned around and continued to brush her hair. He decided to have one more tryst with the brunette so he bent down to get one more condom out and then made his way to her. He stood right behind her making it clear he wanted another round by the hard mass that poked into her back.

"Stop it Scott before I pounce on you again."

"That's kind of the idea."

He spun her around and gazed into her eyes seeing nothing but pure lust. His hands went to work on untying the robe and then gripping her hips and lifting her to the dresser. Thankfully it was the right height so all he had to do was step forward and he would be right back inside.

"Can I help you Mr. Scott" she said kinking her eyebrow.

"Yeah, hold still" he said as he ripped the foil open for the second condom and rolled on. She looked down and smiled knowing she was really going to enjoy this. His lips attached to her neck and began sucking and biting in a teasing manner and without warning he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge and plunged in to her. A load moan vibrating throughout the both of them at his sudden entrance. He started his savage pumping into her and loved the slap sound that came from when she pushed back. Her back was arched, her legs were tightly around him, her lips were parted and screaming for more and to fuck her harder and he loved every second of it.

He had such a hard grip on her hips she was sure they would be bruised but she didn't care. He arms were back behind her and bracing herself on the shaking dresser. She could hear the drawers moving as he rhythmically pushed his way into her. He was now in the mood for one last position before he erupted so he quickly pulled her off the dresser and bent her over it and then forced his way back in, not missing the new scream that escaped her lips. It was louder, more full of pleasure so he knew she was close. He gripped her hips again as she braced herself on the dresser. He pounded in a few more times and then he took one hand moved her hair to one shoulder and leaned in to whisper in her ear, never once slowing down.

"God I love fucking you."

She couldn't speak, all she could do was moan louder as he pushed into her and then soon her walls tightened around him, clenching in spasms and he followed. She could feel him twitch inside and she couldn't stop her own collapse onto her dresser. He smiled as he looked at the heap of breathless pants that was in front of him. He watched as her back rose and fell and he bent over to kiss her back softly and then he withdrew from her.

"Now I'm gonna go take a shower."

Four LONG months later...

Lucas was in his office when an over excited Haley came in, her strawberry locks bouncing away.

"LUUUUUUCAAAASSSS!"

"Haley, what the hell is wrong with you. You are way to cheery this early? Hey did Owen get here yet?"

"No but guess why?" she asked in a sing song tone.

"Why?"

"He went to go pick up Rachel and Brooke from the airport!"

Lucas did a great job of containing his slight happiness at the mention of her name. It had been at least a month though since there not so mutual break up. If you could even call it that.

"Yeah, they're coming back today, oh and by the way I told them they could have their jobs back."

"Haley what the hell, you know that's my job."

"Yes but I also know things pick up a hell of a lot more when they're here and we could use the extra bodies in here, even if they are here to gawk."

"Yeah, whatever."

"Lucas, what is up with you today?"

He wanted to tell her but he couldn't. Truth be told he knew Brooke was coming back. She had texted him last night and said, 'just so you kno, i'm comin' back', he texted back if she needed a job but she never answered. He knew she probably wouldn't since he had been such an ass when they ended things. She had started to want more but Lucas being the commit-a-phobe he was after Peyton wouldn't let them be anything else. He did like her, a lot but he wasn't about to let her do to him that Peyton had done. She
was an even bigger heartbreaker than Peyton could ever have been.

"Nothing, just numbers. When they get here tell em' to come up."

Haley bounced off out the door and into the club. Chris was already at the bar, waiting for his best friend to show up with his muse.

"So I see you're up early."

"Haley, nice to see you too. Hey you mind getting me another bourbon babe?"

"And go behind Owen's bar for you? Don't think so."

"Why not" he whined.

"Because if you're here drinking when he shows up I get the bitching of my life, so not worth it."

"So Chris Keller isn't worth a little mini bitch out, Haley that hurts."

"No, Chris Keller is not and for the record I'd save that fake sadness for when Brooke gets here."

"Oh yeah, I know how much Brooke loves Chris Keller when he's wounded musician looking for love."

"Will Chris Keller please stop referring to himself in third person and get up from that bar stool and start with the mic check."

Haley flashed him a smile and he simply slumped off the stool frown in place. Nathan was next to walk in and Haley had to stifle a grin. She liked the guy probably a little too much.

"Hey Nate. Rough night?" She asked noticing the bruise below his cheek.

"Not really, nothing new. Hey where's-"

"My best buddy Owen, glad you asked Nate, hey you mind pouring me a glass while I tell you."

"Don't even try Keller. I'm sure you're only asking me cause Haley turned you down. Anyway where is he." He turned to Haley and saw the undeniable grin on her face. She was way too excited this early in the morning.

"Rachel and Brooke are coming back!"

"Oh yes, my muse. She couldn't stay away from good old Chris Keller. I'm sure this time I'm gonna get to pop her Tric cherry. Much like I did Haley's here" Chris said ruffling her hair.

"Shut the hell up Chris" she said none to amused.

"Yeah, sure" Nathan said disappearing to the back to put his things away. If only the great Chris Keller knew his muse had already been had by his brother and from what Lucas had spill about how things went down he was sure today was going to be the start of a really dramatic summer. He made his way over to the front door after he put his bag up and was about to go outside to go move his car to the back when the doors opened. Owen came in with a not so pleased look on his face. Nathan already knew who probably put the look there.

"Having girl trouble?" Nathan asked with a smirk.

"Shut up Scott." He said as he walked past and then mumbled 'damn red headed bitch' as he disappeared to the back. Nathan followed making sure he didn't break anything or punch any walls like he did the last time the red head was there. Soon after Rachel and Brooke strutted in, arm and arm and laughing their asses off. Chris spun around the minute that raspy melody that was Brooke's laugh entered his ears. He noticed the really short royal blue dress she had on. It looked skin tight and dipped dangerously low in the front and probably even lower in the back if he knew her. He followed her legs down to the strappy black stilettos that dawned her feet and all he could think about was how sexy it would be to have his way with her in nothing but those heels. Rachel wore the same dress only in a deep red that set off the highlights in her hair. He had to admit he was a little to attracted to his buddy ex fling.

"Brookie!"

Haley hoped over the bar and greeted her best friend and even managed to muster a 'hi Rachel' seeing as how she wasn't too happy to see her back. After all she was usually the reason they all got into extra trouble.

"Hales be nice."

"Aren't I always. So what's up with Owen?"

"Oh O just got his panties in a bunch cause some guys at the airport were being nice and offered to take our bags and us anywhere we wanted to go."

"No Rach he was mad because he was late for work because you asked him to come pick us up and then you were about to leave with those guys."

"Hey, not my fault we got a better offer."

"Hales you should've seen it. Owen practically broke one of the guys hands trying to take our bags back. So funny."

"I bet, So Brookie, how do you feel about working tonight?"

"Not sure."

"Well I figure I better ask now cause I have a feeling Lucas will ask."

"Where is boy scout anyway, I figured he'd be down here and waiting to scoop me and Brooke here up in a huge welcome home bear hug?"

"He's up there, in one of his moods."

"Ohhhh" both girls said looking at each other and know what the mood was.

"He said to come on up."

"Brooke why don't you handle that and I'll go apologize to Owen" Rachel said darting off to the back. Brooke only huffed made her way to the bar.

"I need a drink first."

"Sounds like my kind of girl" Chris said still eyeing her up and down. She waltzed around Haley making her way to the bar. She stopped short of Chris, placing her hands on her hips.

"Chris Keller. I would assume you're already two ahead."

"He better not be. My bar is closed to everyone till I get here" Owen yelled from the back.

"It was closed..." and then he whispered the last part, " ...till I opened it."

"Chris Keller you are bad."

"And you love it baby."

"Maybe. Hales get back there and pour."

"Oh no. You are worse than him."

"Maybe. Fine I'll do it" she said as she hopped up on the bar and spun around to let her legs down and walk to the top shelf stuff.

"What'll it be Crooner boy?"

"I say whatever you want Brooke Davis."

"Ohh I love it when you say that."

"I'll say it all day then."

"Will you two stop before I hose you down" Nathan said exiting the back. The brunette instantly lit up.

"Natey!" she yelled as she jumped the man and hugged him tightly. He in turn hugged her back and laughed at her bubblyness, she was worse than Haley. He soon put her down but didn't let her go.

"Did you miss me my Natey bear?"

"I sure did Brookie Cookie."

"Yuck with the nick names guys, and hey get your hands off my woman" Chris sad waving his shot glass trying to plaster on a serious look.

"Since when did I become anyone's woman?"

"You did the minute you offered me a drink, and in my book that means you're at least mine till I finish said drink."

"Ahhh word of wisdom from the book of Chris Keller. So Natey, how bad is it up there?"

"You mean my brother? Haven't seen him yet."

"Oh well, you mind tagging along while I go and see what he wants" she said trying flash her sexiest smile
but Nathan wasn't buying it.

"Ohhh no. If he's pissed that means Brooke Davis goes it alone. I gotta go move my car before he starts bitching at me."

"Nathan Royal Scott, you are not being nice, I just got back" she whined.

"And now I'm gonna leave before you try the pout."

"I'll go with you Brooke, I'll protect you my muse."

The room looked at the already buzzed singer and laughed, knowing the last thing Lucas wanted was to see Chris drooling over her.

"No thanks Chris Keller, I'll go alone but..." she spun around and grabbed a bottle from the top shelf and poured it into the two glasses on the bar, "...you keep these war till I get back." She winked and hopped back on the bar and spun to land on the ground and up the stairs to Lucas' office. She really didn't want to see him so soon getting back but she figured she better get it over with seeing as how he was going to be her boss again. She walked to the door and knocked softly. She heard him say come in and knew from the tone he wasn't in a very good mood. She opened the door and stood at the entry making sure to not step one foot in. He didn't look up from his papers yet and she knew why. It kinda hurt to know he didn't care that much to even address her eye to eye. She cleared her throat and he began.

"Okay so I want you two to start tomorrow. I'll have the paperwork ready then and just make sure to keep the outfits.." He trailed off when he looked up and saw her. She was so beautiful. From the way the blue dress hugged her curves to the way her hair was in soft curls that were casually cascading over her shoulders. He noticed how her leaning form was careful to not enter his office, he also finally noticed Rachel wasn't there.

"Where's Rachel?"

"Down making nice with Owen. I'll tell her what you said though. Is that all." She said in a less than enthused tone. Her goal was to let him speak and then bolt before he mentioned anything about how they were.

"No. Sit" he said gesturing to the seat in front of his desk.

"No I'm fine right here" she said still with the attitude. Who was the asshole to order her to sit. Even though he had gotten a chance to fuck she was not about to let anyone treat her anyhting less then THE Brooke Davis.

"Brooke. Sit." he said more insistently.

"And I said no thank you. I have no interest in sitting in the office of a man who treated me like a whore."

"But you don't mind working for him?"

"Nope. Money's good. So if that's all I have a certain someone waiting downstairs to greet me."

She was about to walk away when he rose from his seat and called her name. She froze for a moment and turned to face him. When he started to make a step towards her she wanted to run in the other direction but her feet were planted where they were. He walked over to her and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his office and turned to shut the door so they could have some privacy.

"Brooke I'm-"

"If I have to hear how sorry you are one more time I am going to scream."

"But I am."

"I don't care Lucas, not anymore."

"I don't want what happened between us to-"

"Save it okay. As you told me back in New York whatever it was, was never meant to be anything more than fun. So fun's over. I'm a big girl and I can certainly move past a fling that was all about sex, and don't worry, you're little secret is safe with me."

"And what secret is that?"

"That you are like every other guy I've ever slept with, a pompous asshole who gets off on leading people on."

"Brooke, come off it I never led you on."

"You keep telling yourself that Luke." She said the last part almost in a hurt tone and it made him feel bad.

"Brooke. I want you know if things were different, maybe-"

"Whatever Lucas...whatever." She walked out, leaving the door open. She went in search of her waiting glass downstairs. She hopped on her stool and downed the glass of high dollar bourbon catching everyone's attention that was by the stage now. Rachel walked over to her and sat by her.

"You good?"

"Peachy."

"I knew this was a bad idea."

"No Rachel it's not, this place is great money and we could use it. Plus we get to flirt with all the hot guys that come in."

Rachel looked at her friend, knowing she was shaken more than she let on from her mini conversation with the boss. Rachel knew about their little secret meetings but never said anything. She knew Brooke had started to have pangs of feeling but knew Lucas was at a no commit stage in his life. She remembers her coming home and crying one night but let it go till she was ready to talk.

"I know, you know."

"You know what" Brooke asked as she eyed the empty glass.

"About you and 'Broody' boy up there, you know the hot sex you two couldn't keep a secret about."

Brooke hopped off her stool and quickly rounded the bar to get the bottle and pour another. Rachel simply looked on.

"Kind of early isn't it?"

"It's happy hour somewhere right" she said downing another shot and pouring one more. "I'm just loosening up a little, why don't you go grab our bags so we can change and get started with practicing our routine."

"We don't need practice."

"We do."

"No we don't, you just want to shake your ass so Boy scout can regret what he passed up." She down the glass and then Lucas caught her eye as he walked out of his office. She slowly got a devilish smile across her lips. Brooke remained silent and avoided Rachel's statement and instead walked back around the bar to the stage where Haley and Chris were going over some songs.

"Got any songs for me?" Brooke said sitting in Chris's lap.

"Brooke" Haley said in her warning tone, knowing exactly where Brooke was going with this.

"Hey Haley cool it. If Brooke wants to hear a few of the tunes Chris Keller would love to sing em' to her."

"Well get started then Crooner boy."

Her rasp was enough to drive any man crazy and Chris was no exception. She was perched on his lap while he started to sing a song but only got one note out before the boss came out.

"Hey, I don't pay you guys to sit around and play, get to work. And you two get the hell out, you don't work here till tomorrow." Nathan grinned at his brothers obvious discomfort of Brooke being in Chris' lap and the others simply looked on in shock. Brooke rose up and smiled. She rose her hand as if to salute him, unphased by his rant.

"Aye, aye mon-capitan, we shall leave right away. We are so sorry." She spun around to place a finger under Chris' chin in a seductive manner and winked at him before she joined Rachel who was already walking out the door. Lucas couldn't help but watch as her hips swayed as she exited and a memory of those same hips riding him in a hotel in New York flashed into his mind. Man did he miss those hips.

"What the hell was that Brooke."

"What, all I did was stroke Chris' ego a bit."

"All the while pissing Lucas off. I gotta hand it to you, the boy is hot but Chris 'the man whore' Keller?"

"Hey, Chris is fun. Lucas is an ass and I'm single."

"Well why don't you try abiding by his rules for a change. No sleeping with Keller."

"Fine, I'll just sleep with one of our regulars."

"Brooke."

"No don't you Brooke me. That asshole is not going to make me feel bad because he can't commit. He said he didn't want me, he said he didn't want more."

"Brooke, you and I both know he only said that because he's scared you'd hurt him like Peyton did."

"Yeah well he ended up hurting me instead."

"I know Brookie but just try to not piss him off too much, I do want to keep this job."

"Okay, I'll keep the flirting above the belt...for now."