I'm the worst when it comes to actually creating titles and summaries, but I had another story idea float into my head after seeing the pictures of Sophia Bush and Austin Nichols at the airport, and I just couldn't shake it so here it is… I'll apologize now for the "semi-retarded" line. I hate using that word, but I laughed so hard when Brooke said that to Sam! I don't know how long this will be, but we'll see!

Ch. 1

"Excuse me, I think you're in my seat."

The raspy voice interrupted his attention to a prospective script and he looked up to the direction of the voice he found undeniably sexy. Julian Baker had always preferred the stereotypical blonde with blue eyes; however, he felt his heart beat a little faster as he felt an instant attraction and physical reaction to the striking brunette beside him. She had the most flawless, porcelain skin he had ever seen and long, wavy, raven hair. Her eyes were a mixture so complex he couldn't describe them, but if he had to name a color he would say green, but probably only because of the reflection of her shirt. The lips were a beautiful crimson that were turning up into a concerned smile that showcased dimples. He always thought dimples were juvenile and never understood the attraction, but that was before he met her.

Brooke Davis cleared her throat and lifted an eyebrow as she motioned to the seat the rather handsome man was still occupying. Oh no, maybe he is semi-retarded. Brooke's eyes softened towards him and she repeated slower and louder, "I think you're in my seat." His slightly dumbstruck expression was beginning to make her a little uncomfortable, and she wished he would acknowledge that he heard her. She was beginning to say damn the window seat (even though she specifically requested window seat), but either way she was going to be stuck next to this guy for the next couple of hours.

Waiting for his response, she was able to make a quick assessment of the man sitting in the window seat, and she liked what she saw. Stubble, stubble, stubble it did it for her practically every time. She was briefly distracted by the thought that any man instantly became sexy and appealing when he missed a shave or two. Her gaze drifted to his eyes that reminded her of her favorite chocolate cake, and the hair that was purposefully messy with a sexy curl to it. How many times did she think sexy and this guy in the last thirty seconds? Yes, Brooke Davis was definitely sexually frustrated!

Julian finally chuckled and shook his head. Wrong impression! He quickly flashed his signature grin to regain any lost ground with the stunning brunette. "Oh my bad. Just give me a second and I'll be out of your way." He hastily began to gather his things and moved into the aisle but staying close, forcing her to squeeze past him into the seat. Julian was surprised by how petite she was standing next to him and he didn't even mind that he was vacating his specifically requested seat by the window once he got a whiff of her perfume.

Intoxicated by her perfume he almost missed the opportunity to admire her figure as she settled into his former seat, almost. She was wearing tight dark jeans that made her legs appear longer than her small frame suggested. Her chic emerald top was curving to her breasts and revealed a small amount of tasteful cleavage. After a lifetime in LA he appreciated her minimal makeup that simply enhanced rather than detract from her natural beauty. Sitting next to her he was able to breathe in her exotic scent and he couldn't resist commenting to her.

"I don't want to sound like some cheesy guy trying to pick you up, but I love your perfume. It is amazingly sexy." And flash the grin. Julian thought this might be a little too easy.

Brooke smirked, not quite revealing a dimple. Not the best line she's head, but if it weren't for his grin she would have quickly struck him down without pity. Hmmm… it is a long flight to Tree Hill, he could be a fun distraction. This might be a little too easy.

Brooke smiled with the confidence of the founder of a billion dollar clothing company and replied, "Thank you. Amazingly sexy is exactly what I was going for, and you only sound mildly cheesy. But don't worry, I have a history of inspiring cheesy declarations from men."

Emboldened by her flirty banter, Julian decided to introduce himself, "Julian Baker." Wide grin He held his hand out towards her, a little too eager to make physical contact with her again.

"Brooke Davis," Full dimples she reached out and shook Julian's hand. Enjoying the feel of his warm hand engulfing hers, she felt a little tremor of sexual energy pass between the two.

"Not the Brooke Davis?" Julian lifted an eyebrow, impressed that her beauty surpassed the media's descriptions and surprised at the coincidence of sitting next to the famous designer.

Brooke rolled her yes and nodded her head, "The one and only." Her sarcasm was in full force and normally she was turned off when men were impressed with her fame and reputation. But there was something different about Julian Baker.

Her arm tingled when it made contact with Julian's jacket-clad arm as he leaned seductively over to her. "Do you believe in serendipity Brooke?" His voice sounded smooth like honey and his eyes were teasing her and those lips were irresistible in a charming grin.

Brooke laughed "As in the hot chocolate restaurant or the John Cusak film?" She fired back to Julian's teasing glance.

"Neither, but you would so be a fan of that movie." He laughed and pulled back away from her. Brooke was disappointed that he was no longer so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, but she tried to concentrate as he explained, "I mean, serendipity as in a fortunate chance, fate." Brooke giggled with just a little bit of desire as Julian snapped his teeth to enunciate the word "fate" and she marveled at his perfectly straight, bright white teeth. He knew the effect he was having on her and he was loving how willingly she played along. He touched the tip of her nose with his finger tip, "Because if you don't I am about to convert you into the serendipity club."

Julian's gaze traveled down Brooke's body, blatantly admiring her figure, before returning his sparkling eyes to her face. Brooke was actually enjoying his appreciation of her and continued to flirt. "Well, that all depends on the initiation Julian." There were few times that Brooke's North Carolina drawl lengthened her speech, but she let his name roll lazily off of her tongue and by the increased grin on Julian's face and the quick shifting he did in his seat, he loved it.

Julian laughed. Damn, if we weren't on a plane… He was never one for the mile high club, airplane sex was highly overrated, and he knew when (and he meant when, not if) he had sex with Brooke he wanted enough room and time to explore her body properly. He opened his mouth to explain his initial delight to learn who she was, but he decided it would be much more pleasant if he waited and she discovered who he was on her own. He shook his head and licked his upper lip, "I changed my mind, Brooke. I'll wait to convert you over drinks after we land." He turned back to his script to start reading.

Somewhat shocked by his sudden change in approach, Brooke widened her eyes and pushed his shoulder, "Whoa! Who said anything about drinks after we land?"

Continuing to look at his script, Julian didn't look up, but she could see the grin pulling at the side of his mouth. Damn, his grin is just as breathtaking from the profile! Julian said in a low, teasing tone to Brooke, "I did."

Brooke's mouth opened and then she quickly closed it. She was not accustomed to this type of hot-cold behavior from men and she found it infuriating and she was not willing to play. "Well, I hope you enjoy drinking alone, Julian. I have plans and they don't include you." Brooke's confidence kicked up a notch in defense to his dismissive attitude towards her, and he chuckled as he noticed that her nose actually lifted in the air.

"Oh, we'll see about that Brooke Davis. We'll see about that." Julian murmured and pretended to read the script that was in front of him.