Chapter 14
"Dawg check me out, could I be anymore fly? Look at me, I'm young, I'm hot, I'm in my prime. Ladies watch out the Mac daddy of all is in town and I'm on the prowl."
Lucas couldn't help but laugh as he hung up the telephone, stood up, and sat on a couch with a folder on his lap. "Hey Skillz what do you know about Cooper Lee?" he asked his friend as he opened up the folder.
Skillz who was standing in front of the mirror staring at his reflection didn't even bother to look at him as he answered him. The three friends had checked into the luxurious Plaza hotel the night before. They were currently occupying one of their famous suites and Skillz was in his element. "Of course I know about Cooper Lee. I make it a point to find out anything and everything I can about my competition."
"Competition? What are you talking about? He's an architect not a lawyer."
"No shit, Sherlock, but he is considered to be a hottie, and I always like to know who I'm going up against in our town. There is only room for one Mac daddy and that's me. Now tell me which shirt, the blue or the red? I want to look hot tonight. I can't believe we're going to Havana, I've been reading about it in all the celebrity magazines, it is going to be the hottest hot spots of all hot spots in New York and we're going to be there on opening night. Salsa dancing, Latin ladies oh man its going to be a good night. Do you have any idea how many favors I had to call in to get us into it tonight?"
Lucas rolled his eyes as he put the folder on the coffee table and ran his fingers through his hair. "Skillz chill dude, take a breath. This is not a trip for pleasure we are here with only one purpose and that's to get Brooke Davis to sell me those shares, that's it."
"Dude I can't chill, I'm too excited. I don't think that you realize the opportunity we have here."
"What would that be?" Luke said as he gave his friend a quizzical look.
"Luke, man, we are in New York City I can't believe I need to say more than that. Not to mention that we are hot the ladies are going to be all over us and you have a private plane, chicks dig that too. We are so going to get laid tonight."
"Skillz you need to focus, tonight is not about getting laid. And honestly I don't know why we're even bothering; you know she isn't going to do it."
"Of course she is," Skillz said in a serious voice as he took one last look in the mirror and walked over to where Luke was pacing. "You cannot go into this with any negative thoughts. You have to think positive or it's not going to work. Just use the Lucas Scott charm and you're all set."
Straightening his collar Luke walked over to the mini bar, grabbed two bottles of beer, tossed one to Skillz and began to drink the other one. "I don't think you realize the situation I'm in Skillz. This whole project is dependant on one person."
"No shit, I was the one who pointed that out."
"Yeah you did, but you keep forgetting who Brooke Davis is…"
Skillz put his hands up in protest and clear his throat before he answered. "Look man, I know who she is and what she is. Brooke Davis your brother's fiancée…"
"Who he pretty much cheated on…" Lucas interrupted, "lied to, and made into the laughing stock of the town. What would you do if you were in here shoes? No way in hell is she going to sell those shares to me or even vote my way. This is pointless."
Oblivious to his friend's fears Skillz walked into the adjoining bathroom of the penthouse suite they had checked into that morning, and began to wash his face much to the annoyance of his friend he stood behind him biting his lower lip. "Skillz…" he began to say.
"Shut up for a second Lucas and pay attention," Skillz answered as he took a towel off the black marble sink and dried his face. "This is easy a three year old can do it. Just talk to her, charm her and she will be eating right out of your hands in no time. Or maybe you don't have any game left, is that the case?"
"Fuck off dick wad. I have plenty of game left, but I'm not trying to get her into bed."
Frustrated, Skillz rolled his eyes before turning around to face Lucas. "See Dawg that's your mistake right there. You have to think of it like that. This is just like if you were going to charm the pretty silk panties off her pretty little body."
"How do you know anything about her body, the girl looks like a school teacher. Don't even tell me…"
"Oh, hell no, I didn't hit that ass. She's a good girl and you know my theory on good girls they're nothing but trouble. I saw her at the beach one day in one of those string bikinis and she was fine as hell. I don't know what the hell Haley James looks like but your brother was a lucky ass. Anyway, back to my point, you have to treat this like a smooth operation, say the right things, give her the look and then when you have her eating out of the palm of your hand, then you go for the kill and bang those shares are yours. I know I've had to have rubbed off on you just a little dude, don't disappoint me."
"It's not that easy…"
"Fine, whatever, give up before you even try? Now why were you asking me about Cooper Lee? We have to change the subject you're starting to piss me off."
Knowing that it was a lost cause to argue with his friend Lucas paused for a second before he answered. "Cooper Lee is the architect I want to hire for the project. I've been looking at his stuff and it's good really good. He has the type of vision I'm looking for, he works for himself, and I think this is the guy."
"But you can't hire him if there is no project sooooo…"
"Yeah, yeah I know," Lucas answered in an aggravated tone. He couldn't help but shudder at the thought of his project hinging all on one person and that person being Brooke Davis. He still hadn't quiet recovered from the initial shock of that night on the beach. To him Brooke Davis has always been nothing more than a spoiled princess who he never bothered to give another thought too; that was until that night on the beach. For some strange unknown reason he hadn't been able to stop thinking of her, the way she had stood up to him, and grabbed him. He would have never thought she would have it in her to be so demanding, so sensual. He had never expected her to be the way she had been that night or his reaction. She had managed to shock him to his very core, which was something that most women never managed to do. He understood better than anyone what it was like to be lied to and to be betrayed. He also knew that he should have handled the situation with her in a different way and now that he needed something from her it would all come back to bite him in the ass. Shaking all thoughts of her out of his head he decided it would be better to focus on the task in hand, the project. Somehow he would convince her to sell, he didn't know how but he was sure he would come up with something. And if worst came to worst he would manage to persuade her to vote with him. One thing was for sure; no matter what it took he would get the project going, even if it meant him begging her to achieve it.
"So Skillz, what do you think our chances are of getting Cooper to join us in this project? It could mean a great deal of money and recognition for him."
Thoughtfully Skillz rubbed his chin taking a second to think before giving him a response. "I know him pretty well and he hates to work for people who won't let him do what he wants. He put himself through school and is fiercely independent; he's isn't like the others, a rich, snob who has to follow the rules. He has a son too; I think he is still married. Not too sure if he signed the divorce papers. I think you have a good shot; the right amount of money always helps. If we get the shares, then I'll set up a meeting and we can all sit down and have a chat. Tell me you have a back up though…"
"I do, but I don't think they would fit. Something about this guy gives me a good feeling. I've seen his work and he has just the edge I'm looking for."
"Well then that's it. Dude you better get a move on, Jake's going to be back soon and we have to leave."
"I'm ready," Luke said as he sat back down on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned on Sports Center.
"Oh, hell no, you're not going dressed like that," Skillz said pointing to the baby blue polo and black pants Lucas was wearing. "I swear you and Jake have no fashion sense what so ever."
"And I suppose you do?"
"Hell, yeah I do. How do you think I pull all the ladies?"
"I don't understand what the point is, like I told you, I doubt Brooke Davis is going to be at some Salsa club tonight. I don't know why the hell Jake is actually buying that but I'm sure as hell not."
"Luke," Skillz began trying to keep himself calm, as Lucas was slowly getting on his nerves and he wasn't sure how much more he could take. "I already told you Jake made a call and we got what we needed. Damn, boy, how the hell can you be so stubborn? Peyton Sawyer and Brooke Davis will both be at Havana tonight end of story. Now can we please find you something decent to wear? I can't look this good and be around fools who look like you and Jake."
Luke looked dumbfounded; he couldn't understand his friend's confidence at the whole situation. "He called her grandmother Skillz, why am I the only one who finds this a bit daunting? How the hell does her grandmother know that's she is going to be at - what did you say the club was?"
"Havana! The hottest club in New York!"
"The fact that you know that makes me wonder about you by the way."
"I'm not gay Dawg, I'm informed. I need to be that's why I pull all the ladies. And to answer your other question I know because," Skillz answered in a matter of fact voice, "you don't know Olivia Du Bois the way we do. She is anything but an ordinary grandmother. Trust me man, if she says Brooke is going to be there then she is. Now quit bitching and let's get you ready before Jake gets back. You two are pissing me off with all your whining."
Havana Night Club Opening night
"I don't think this was such a good idea guys," Brooke said nervously as she attempted to pull down the barely there skirt of her white dress, hoping to cover her legs. "I can't wear this, I feel naked. I'm practically spilling out of it."
"That's the whole point Brooke. It's a fuck me dress. Now tell me which shoes the silver, strappy Diors, or the wedges? Either can go with the black."
Peyton who had been quietly applying her make up at Rachel's vanity table looked up from what she was doing to answer her. "Go with the Dior I don't think you can dance in the wedges."
"Dancing? What? I thought we were going to a bar. Oh god, I can't do this. I'm not ready, this isn't me."
Rachel who slipped the silver sandals onto her feet gave her friend a compassionate smile before standing up and walking up to her. Brooke, who was standing once again in front of the three way mirror looking at her reflection, nervously reached for her hand.
"Brookie, sweetie let me explain something to you okay," she began to say as she observed Peyton checking her cell phone for the millionth time that day. "You wanted to turn over a new leaf, am I right?" she asked.
"Yes," Brooke said sincerely.
"So do it. Look honey, you look amazing the dress is fantastic it shows off all your assets and you know what? This is the type of dress that you need to wear to declare your independence. Its awesome, and you look amazing in it."
"Thanks Rachel, but I don't think I can leave the house wearing it. Maybe I should change into some jeans…" she said in a hopeful voice.
"Oh, hell no," they heard a voice say behind them. Turning around the trio came face to face with Glamma decked out in all her glory. Wearing a mini, empire waist, zebra print, Michel Kors dress, with black stilettos, and a stunning set of five carat diamonds in her ears she was the image of trendy, and she wore an outraged expression on her face. "Brooke Penelope Davis you will not chicken out of this. I command you to pull yourself together. Now take a deep breath," she said staring Brooke in the eye.
Brooke, knowing that it was useless to argue did as she was told, and took a deep breath.
"Rachel," Glamma continued to rant, "Go find Lily tell her to get me the bottle of Ouzo that I got this morning and get me some shot glasses."
"Okay," Rachel said as she left the room with an amused expression on her face.
"Now dumpling, listen to me, I know what's best. You are going to come with me tonight and you are going to have fun and that's that. Now Peyton stand up and give me a twirl let me see what you are wearing."
Obediently Peyton stood up and did just as Glamma asked while Glamma took a hard long look at her outfit; white skinny jeans with a black camisole and flips flops. Glamma couldn't help but frown. "Okay that's just wrong," she declared as she walked into Rachel's closet and pulled out an emerald green, strapless bubble mini dress and threw it at Peyton. "Here, this will do. Leave your hair down, get some stilettos 'cause those flip flops are just not doing it. And hurry up because I don't want to be late."
"Fine, but I don't understand what the hell the point is," Peyton said in a huff as she tore off her camisole and slip out of here jeans.
"There doesn't need to be a point sweetie, you just have to look good."
Rachel who had just returned carrying a silver tray with four shot glasses and a bottle of Ouzo, couldn't help but scrunch her up her face. "What the hell are you doing wearing my dress?" she asked as she handed the tray to Glamma.
"Easy Rachel, we had a fashion emergency. Take a long look at Rachel ladies. Now this is pure perfection," Glamma said as she pointed to the black Badgley Mischka sequin dress she was wearing. "Take a page out of her book girls she oozes confidence, sophistication, and the right amount of sexiness."
"Aww Glamma thank you," Rachel answered in a giddy voice. "You are such a sweetie."
"Yeah, sweet as pie, now do a shot; you too Brooke, and Blondie don't go slivering away," she said, handing each girl a shot glass and watching them as each of them downed the liquorish liquid in seconds. "Now another one," she commanded yet again.
"Glamma I'm going to be drunk before we get there," Brooke complained.
"That's the whole point, now do it," Glamma said as she poured her another one and waited till her granddaughter did just what she wanted her to do.
"Very good ladies," she said as she took the shot glasses from them. "Now I'm going to touch up my face and I expect you three to be outside in five. I've hired a car for the night and I want to go."
"Wait!" Brooke screamed in protest running up to Glamma, grabbing the bottle and bringing it up to her lips, taking one long gulp before putting it back down.
"Damn Brookie, thirsty much?" Glamma said laughing as she patted her on her back.
"Liquid courage," she said as she calmly walked back and sat down on Rachel's king size bed. "I have a feeling I'm going to need it now."
2 Hours Later
"I need another drink!"
"Hell, yeah, we do!"
"I just want to dance."
Peyton, Brooke, and Rachel were having a grand all time sitting in the VIP section of Manhattan's trendiest new nightclub. Brooke had almost practically jumped out of the Lincoln Escalade limo Glamma had hired for the night, when she had realized that the small bar was really a club that had a line of people waiting to get that extended down the block. It had taken another two shots of the Ouzo that Glamma had brought along just in case Brooke needed a nip of something to get her out of the car and into the establishment. The club itself was a mixture of Miami, South Beach scene mixed with just the right amount of New York City. The tri-level club was filled with everyone who was someone in New York. The walls were painted vivid shades of pastel and the chrome bars could be found in every corner of all three levels of the club. The DJ was spinning loud, Latin music, the lights were vibrant and the booze was flowing. Everywhere they looked there were waitresses wearing short, silver halter dresses were walking around carrying trays of complimentary Cuban Mojitos which was causing every patron to become heavily intoxicated, and that included the girls.
"I love this place," Peyton said happily as she took another Mojito from the table that the waitress had just left along with a bottle of Jose Cuervo that Rachel had ordered. "This is the type of place that's missing in Tree Hill. Can you imagine the type of money a person could make if someone opened one of these?"
"Oh who gives a shit about that but you are right this place is hot," Rachel replied as she slid from the bar stool and began to move along to the music. "Did you see all the hotties? Yummy!"
Peyton couldn't help but laugh. "Yes I did! How you doing there Brookie?" she asked the brunette who was standing next to the table downing another shot of Tequila and using the Mojito as a chaser.
"I feel fucking good P. Sawyer. God, I love Salsa ever since Glamma made me take those lessons. I want to dance."
"Well then take your pick. Look at those guys standing at the bar they haven't been able to take their eyes off us all night."
"Nope," Brooke said in a determined voice. "Not them, they aren't Spanish. They can't move right. I want a hot Spanish guy to twirl me around. Peyton go find me one."
Before she could answer her friends request Glamma sauntered towards them with a big old Cheshire grin smile on her face. "Ladies I want you all to meet the owner of this place. Emilio, these are my girls. Girls, this is Emilio."
Emilio Marquez flashed the girls his biggest smile and extended his hand to them. "Hola mis bellas," he said in his heavily accent Spanish voice. Wearing a white suit, with his black hair slicked back, with a killer tan he was a handsome man. "I've heard a lot about you guys. And you must be Brooke," he continued as his eyes became permanently fixed with Brooke's. "Aye dios mio Liv, she looks like your older sister."
"Aw Emilio you sweetie, you're too much, but please keep going," Olivia answered in her flirty voice as he took her hand and kissed it.
"So girls how do you like my little establishment?' he asked them.
"It's amazing," Brooke said. "I love it."
"Yes it is," Peyton agreed.
"Do you girls like Latin music?" he asked them.
"I love it," Brooke said happily. "I was just telling my friends here that I want to dance. I love Marc Anthony."
"Really?" Emilio asked in a surprise voice. "Well we must play his songs, maybe do the Mark Anthony hour. Anything to get you ladies on the dance floor. I'll be back in a bit, Liv care to join me in the DJ booth?"
"You bet your sweet Latin tushy," Glamma replied giving him a wink. "See you later girls be naughty," she said giving them one last smile before she walked off.
"Isn't Glamma the best?" Rachel managed to say as she took another look around the club to see if there was anyone she knew there. "God I hope I'm like that when I get to be her age, whatever age that is," she said laughing.
"You know what girls," Brooke began to say, "I'm drunk."
"No shit!" Peyton said clapping. "So am I."
Rachel nodded her head in agreement. "Ladies we aren't drunk we are merely giddy. Let's make a toast," she continued as she poured tequila into the shot glasses while the two other girls lick their palms and poured salt over it.
"To good friends, good times, and new beginnings."
"Here, here," both Brooke and Peyton said giggling uncontrollably.
"You know what let's do another," Brooke said as the girls nodded in agreement.
By midnight the three of them were clearly out of it. The girls had drank, drank, and drank some more. When they weren't drinking they were dancing, shaking their bodies on the dance floor together or with a slew of partners that had been eagerly waiting their turns to take each of them for a spin. Finally, Rachel, who could barely feel her feet, dragged them back to the table.
"God I can't remember the last time I dance like this. It was fun wasn't it?" she asked wishing she could slip off her stilettos.
"Hell yeah it was, so what the hell are we doing sitting here? Let's go dance again," Brooke declared. "Peyton stop staring at your phone."
"I can't help it," she answered. "I keep hoping that he's going to call."
"You are so fucking whipped," Rachel stated. "Come on Peyton, fuck it if he calls or not. It's his loss. Look around, we have so many men to pick from. Have a good night, put it away. Actually, you know what, give me the phone and do another shot."
Reluctantly, Peyton handed the red head her cell phone and then took the shot glass that Brooke was holding for her.
"Fine! You're right maybe it is time for me to find some fresh meat. Did you see the guy I was dancing with he was kind of fine, I wish I could remember his name."
"Hell yeah there's the Peyton Sawyer I know, and I think his name was Bob or maybe Rob, I have no clue," Brooke yelled much to the amusements of her friends. "Let's get drunk, lets get wild, lets get naked," she belted it out.
"Okay easy there Davis. Let's not make a spectacle of ourselves," Peyton said as she grabbed Brooke's hand nearly falling down herself. "Let's go to the bathroom I need to pee so bad."
"Okie dokie," Brooke said as Peyton led her way towards the bathroom on the other side of the club.
"I'm going to stay here and wait for you two. Don't be long." Rachel said as she gave a small smile as she met the gaze of hot Spanish guy who gave her a wink. "I think it's about to get real interesting over here."
As the girls walked away from her, Rachel adjusted the bodice of her dress and gave the guy a long sensual look, signaling him to join her. She bit her lip as he began to make his way towards her. She was just about to pour herself another drink when Peyton's cell phone began to ring. Feeling annoyed she flipped it open and answered.
"Hello."
"Peyton…" she heard a fuzzy voice say.
"Who's this?"
"Peyton where are you? I'm here…"
Annoyed that she couldn't hear what the other person was saying all Rachel could do was say. "Fuck off."
Skillz, and Lucas who were standing in the back corner of the club taking in the scene in front of them immediately notice the change in Jake's demeanor when he walk back up to them.
"What happened?" Skillz asked him not being able to take his eyes off a girl in a tight, short, cheetah printed dress. "You called her right?"
"I did but I don't think I dialed the right number. Some girl answered and told me to fuck off."
"Damn boy Curly Q is pissed at you. It doesn't matter son, look at all the fine ladies here tonight," Skillz said as he let out a long whistle as a waitress walked in front of them.
"Skillz focus," Luke said frustrated.
"Look guys I'll be back I'm just going to go outside and call her, hopefully I get her this time," Jake said as he made his way back to the entrance of the club.
Skillz couldn't help but give him a small frown. "God that boy is whipped."
"Skillz I told you she isn't here."
"Calm down Luke. Damn, look at all the ladies in the house how can you think of anything else with all these fine women parading around wearing almost nothing? Look at that brunette over there in the skin tight white dress, damn baby got back. I want me a piece of that," he said pointing to a girl who was walking towards the VIP section of the club with a blonde next to her.
Lucas, deciding that it was hopeless and wanting to see what all the fuss was about decided to take a look; he didn't know why he did, maybe it was Skillz's enthusiasm but whatever the reason, he just did. As his eyes made the connection to the two girls that Skillz had been raving about he couldn't help but do a double take.
He could barely believe his eyes, it wasn't possible. Thinking he was seeing things, needing to be proven wrong, he pushed his way through the crowd. With Skillz close on his heels, he made his way towards the VIP section stopping dead in the middle when he came face to face with a heavily built body guard who stopped him.
"VIPs only," he said in a deep voice as he motion with his hands to move on.
Lucas, determined to get another look, tried once more to walk into the section till he was pulled away by a nervous Skillz .
"Dude what the hell chill, he doesn't look like he's playing around." Skillz said as he pushed him back to where they had been standing.
"I just saw her Skillz. It's her! The brunette in the white dress, it's Brooke."
Laughing like it was the biggest joke of the centaury all Skillz could do was pat Lucas on the back. "Lucas, what the hell did you smoke?"
Before he could answer they heard the voice of the DJ from the DJ booth. "Now ladies, its time for a little Mark Anthony dedicated to the prettiest girls in the club; Brooke, Rachel and Peyton."
"They're here! Dawg I told you so," Skillz said as he looked around to see if Jake had returned.
As the music began to belt out Lucas made his way to the dance floor. He saw her immediately. Wearing a skin tight, white dress with a set of heels that made her petite frame look a lot taller than she was, he could feel his mouth begin to water. Every curve that he didn't think she had was being shown off by the small scrap of white fabric she was wearing. He felt like a kid who had just hit puberty as he watched her dancing, shaking her perfect ass without a care in the world. He couldn't breath he couldn't speak; it wasn't possible that the woman who was making every man hornier than they had ever been was Brooke Davis. He continued to watch her as she, along with a redhead he didn't know, and Peyton dance, oblivious to the touchy, male partners were who were trying hard to keep up with them.
"Holy shit, that is Brooke Davis," he heard Skillz say behind him. "And damn that's Peyton, oh shit and there's Jake walking towards us. He's going to flip."
Lucas could barely register what Skillz was saying, as his blood began to boil, along with a sense of confusion. He wasn't sure why he was mad but he was. As he watched Brooke being grabbed by her partner the anger increased.
"What the fuck?" he heard Jake yell as he pushed him to the side and walked onto the dance floor where he quickly grabbed a very drunk Peyton's arm. "Peyton what the hell are you're thinking and what the hell are you doing?" he asked her as he shot her dance partner a "don't fuck with me asshole" look.
"Hello Jakey, how are you?" she replied giggling as she pulled him close to her.
"You're fucking trashed."
"No shit!" she said as she started to giggle again. "I've missed my Jakey Wakey. Does little Jakey want to come out and play?" she asked as she began to unzip his jeans.
"Peyton! Stop it," Jake replied embarrassed. "What the hell has gotten into you?"
"I'm fucking horny! And if you can't handle it I'm sure someone else here will!" she declared as she put her hands on her hips.
Skillz couldn't help but watch the scene that was unfolding before him with his eyes open as wide as saucers as he waited to see what would happen next.
"That's it Peyton you're at of here." Jake said as he yanked her arm towards him.
"You're not the boss of me, Jagielski," she jerked away, nearly falling down in the process.
"No I'm not, but I'm the ass that's going to take your drunk ass home." And with that statement he picked up Peyton, threw her over his shoulder and left the dance floor.
"Well it's good to finally see Jake grew his balls back!" Skillz said amused at the scene he had been subject to. "Luke, did you see his face when she tried to pull down his pants it was priceless god I wish I had my camera it would have been my new screen saver. And she called him Jakey Wakey I'm so not letting him live that one down."
"I'm not Luke," he heard a sultry voice say to him. Turning his head to his right where Lucas had been standing he came face to face with the redhead who had been dancing next to Peyton.
"Hey I know you…" he began as the realization set in on who he was talking too, "you're Rachel right? Baby you look good enough to eat."
Rachel held up her hand to his face and gave him a long look. "Yes I'm Rachel and before you go any further you are so not my type; not if you were the last man on earth."
"God that's just cold," he said softly as she walked off sticking up her middle finger at him. "What the hell did I do to her?" he wondered as he looked around for Lucas who he had somehow had managed to lose.
Lucas, in the midst of the Peyton and Jake commotion, had somehow managed to push his way towards the back of the dance floor to catch a better glimpse of Brooke who was currently shaking her ass for the whole club to see. Her partner, a tall, Spanish male with his long hair pulled into a tight pony tail in a white suit, currently had his hands on her ass. Luke not being able to take it anymore pushed his way onto the dance floor and immediately got into his face.
"Alright Rico Sauvé, get your greasy hands off her ass."
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy asked him.
"The guy who is going to kick you ass if you don't get the fuck away from her," he continued stepping up in front of him deadly serious, fists clinched, face like stone and ready for battle. The man sensed he wouldn't hesitate to come to blows and sizing up the situation he decided a possible hook up with the cute little drunk wasn't enough to warrant a fight so smirking and throwing up his hands, he backed away.
"She's all yours," he answered as he slivered away leaving Lucas alone with a very angry Brooke Davis.
"Well, if it isn't my savior! Rebel without a Cause Lucas Scott, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Saving your ass Princess, you can thank me in the morning. Come on let's get out of here," he answered as he gently took her arm and led her off the dance floor.
"Well, I don't need saving so you can take your saving, rebel ass out of here and let me dance, I was having fun."
Before Lucas could answer her the song ended and a new one started. As the music hit the speakers Brooke began to jump up and down in excitement.
"Oh this is my favorite," she told him as she began to seductively shake her hips. "Well don't just stand there Rebel," she taunted him. "You chased my dance partner away so now you have to do the deed. Not that you can handle it."
Narrowing his eyes at her, Lucas looked deep into her eyes as he said, "Princess I know I can handle it the question is can you?" He took her hand and led her back as Mark Anthony's latest hit began to croon around them. It took Brooke a minute to gather her wits and to take in the scene before her. She wasn't sure what was going on, if she was in the middle of a drunken dream or reality but she didn't care. He pulled her close to him and began to sway his hips, grinding his body against hers as Brooke began to follow his lead. Their bodies moved closer together, seductively as the rhythm of the song took over them. His eyes were locked with hers, and she felt like she was in an inferno as he slowly turned her around. They were so close that their lips could practically touch as they continued their dance. Lucas felt his heart skip beat as he gently cup the side of her angelic face and began to follow a trail of sweat that had started to drip down her neck with his finger. He didn't care where they were or who was watching. He forgot everything around him or the purpose he had sought her out for, all that mattered was that somehow she had managed to bewitch him in a matter of seconds. Brooke felt a shiver running through her body as she felt his hands on her back and then once more a jolt was sent throughout her as they began to make their way down towards her ass. She felt her body grow tense for a moment and then relax again as he twirled her around. Before she knew it the song ended but neither could leave the dance floor. Standing in front of each other, both of them waited for the other to say something which they never did. And above them in the DJ booth, with her a queer, puzzled but happy grin on her face stood Glamma holding her breath as she waited to see what happen next. She couldn't place the familiar blonde, but whoever he was, he had managed to ignite a flame in Brooke that no one else had ever been able too.