Peyton, as she grabbed a pile of papers to file away from the secretary's desk, felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Setting the papers down briefly, she answered her phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey." A low, husky voice responded. Peyton smiled instantaneously.
"Brooke!" She exclaimed, beyond excited to hear from the brunette. She hadn't gotten to see her that morning because of an immediate and early business trip. "What are you doin' callin' me? I thought you had business to attend to." The blonde said with a smile.
"Well, I was thinking about you on the plane, and I was thinking about us, and then I was thinking about how it'd feel to get you and come home again… Press you up against the walls-"
"Brooke-" Peyton started, surprised by Brooke's incredibly sexual statement. An embarrassed smile formed on her lips. "I'm at work right now. I can't really do this." The blonde stuck her phone between her jaw and her shoulder, freeing her hands to pick the papers back up and take them to the back room.
"But wouldn't it be great to slip out of those shirts you're wearing just for me?" Peyton stopped completely. How did Brooke know she was wearing two shirts? She had left far before Peyton had even woken up. "Your skinny jeans, too."
"W- How'd you… I."
"You look surprised, P. Sawyer." Broke said, smirking.
"Look?!"
"Turn around." Brooke said. Brow furrowed and phone still balanced between the blonde's shoulder and jaw, Peyton did as Brooke had told her to do. Her eyes went wide as they took in a dolled-up and smoldering Brooke Davis standing only a few feet away, the devilish smirk still on her face.
"Oh my god!" Peyton said, ecstatic. "I though you had to go out of town this morning…" Brooke shrugged, grin unfading.
"Yeah, well, I always have strings I can pull." She said.
"Right." Peyton said, still surprised Brooke was standing in front of her. The brunette stepped forward, slipping her hands around Peyton's hips and sticking them in the blonde's back pockets. She leaned forward, barely touching her lips against Peyton's.
"You know I was serious, right?" Brooke said, stepping forward and pressing Peyton against the wall of the file room. She kissed her, running her hands up the blonde's shirt, grazing the warm skin of her abdomen. Peyton was speechless, captive under Brooke's spell. She leaned her head back, letting the brunette explore the skin on her neck. When a soft moan escaped her, she felt Brooke pull away. "I'll see you after work." The brunette said, her voice alone melting Peyton into a puddle. She disappeared swiftly behind a large file cabinet and back out into the hallway. Peyton didn't move, but silently tried to compose herself and come off of her arousal. It was extremely difficult but she managed, quickly finding a bathroom and splashing her face with ice-cold water. Even still her mind refused to wander anywhere but throughout Brooke's surprise…. And what awaited her at home.