A/N: Please, please, please review. I really want to know what you thought of this chapter. Thanks Kaos...

The Dinner Guest

Chapter 20

Brooke stepped out of her mother's car and started to walk up the path to her front door. The moment she open the door she was met with the delicious smell of roast duck. Her stomach began to rumble, reminding her how hungry she was. Her parents were out of town and she had promised Glamma that she would be home for dinner. Glancing at the grandfather clock that occupied her parent's foyer she knew she was almost a half an hour late. The whole day had been hectic. Peyton, Mae, and finally Erica, Brooke could not wait to sit down and spent some quality time with her Glamma.

"Glamma I'm so sorry I'm late, I hope you started without me. Wait till you hear the day I had. And before you ask no, I didn't get a chance to get to Giselle's and I know you think my underwear is horrendous, I'll get to it tomorrow."

Brooke started to walk towards the dinning room. She smiled as the smell of roast duck got closer and closer. In the distance she could hear Glamma's voice and it was quite obvious the older woman wasn't alone. Turning the corner, Brooke stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting at the table in heels, white slacks, and a turquoise blouse with a few top buttons conspicuously unbuttoned, was Glamma, fully made up. Large diamond hoops in her ears and a matching headband placed on her head to keep her long, dark hair in place. She was laughing and it wasn't the normal laugh either. It was more of the exaggerated one that was extra loud and caused her to toss her head back. The type of laugh that she reserved for her "special companions". Her violet eyes were more animated than usual, totally enthralled at what was in front of her. Brooke however was appalled. Sitting at the head of her parent's dinning room table, in her father's place was Lucas Scott.

Too shocked to speak and more than a little curious as what was going on. Brooke stood hidden in the corner eavesdropping.

"Oh darling, you're just too much!" Glamma grin, flirtatiously slapping Luke's arm. "Isn't it something that you and I were vacationing in Argentina at the same time and our paths never crossed?"

"That's too bad," he said with the trademark Scott charm. "I'm sure I would have remembered a woman with your beauty and sophistication."

"Oh, Mr. Scott."

"Oh, Ms. Du Bois."

"Please call me Olivia or Liv for short. My closest friends all call me Liv."

"And my closets friends call me Luke." He winked.

Glamma shook her head.

"My. My, my. If I were twenty years younger…"

He nodded and kissed her hand. Brooke felt like she might vomit. She figured she better make her presence known before Glamma poured him another glass of wine and they end up screwing on the table clearing her throat, Brooke entered the dining room.

"Brooke! What a surprise." Glamma said, motioning for her granddaughter to take a seat.

"A surprise?" Brooke asked, miffed by Luca's mere presence. "I live here and I told you I would be home for dinner."

"Well darling dinner in this house is always at six. And you know how I hate to eat alone. Mr. Scott here dropped by to see you and well I invited him to join me. We have been having the most wonderful time. He's so charming, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, he's a regular Prince Charming. Lucas what brings you by?"

"Ms. Davis" Lucas smirked "As always it's a pleasure. Nice to see you still have the proverbial lemon still stuck in your mouth."

Brooke silently willed herself not to slap his face or flip him the bird.

"Well aren't you two just adorable?" Glamma observed with a sly smile. "Brooke sit down and join us. Lucas and I were just talking about Buenos Aires. Apparently we vacationed there at the same time. Can you believe we never ran into each other? How about that?"

"Consider yourself lucky" Brooke mumbled.

"I actually spent a couple of months riding thru South America on my bike."

"Oh Brooke can you imagine anything cooler or freer than cruising through the streets of Brazil, Costa Rica, and Argentina on the back of a bike, with the wind flying through your hair and droplets of rain sprinkling your face?"

Brooke wrinkled her nose. "Do you have any idea how many people die on those things everyday? And since when do you know so much about motorcycles Glamma?"

"I love bikes." She shrugged. "They're very, very, sexy. They're an adventure. You should try it sometime Brookie. How many did you say you own Lucas?"

"Five. The 1977 Triumph Bonneville T140, a 1956 Jaws from the Czech Republic, a 1968 BSA Lightening, a 2005 Ninja zx-6r and my baby, a 1988 Harley-Davidson. I even rode the Harley once with David Beckam."

"Oh! Oh I just love him." Glamma cooed. "That little spike girl is so damned lucky."

"It's spice Glamma."

"Well he's a cool guy. I interviewed him last spring. I got to hang out with him and a couple of other big time soccer players."

"Is soccer the only sport you cover dear?"

"Primarily, but I've done a bit of everything. Women's basketball, tennis, swimming, cycle racing, and even bullfighting?"

"Bullfighting?"

"Oh yeah. Let's skip those stories, if you don't mind. It got a little crazy in Madrid and after all I am in the company of two ladies."

"Naughty boy! Excuse me while I have visions of you and a bunch of other hunky shirtless bullfighters with big cowboy hats, red bandanas, all oily and shined up with lime and a nice Corona and…"

"Liv, what, were you spying on me?" he grinned.

"I like you." She laughed as she took another sipped of wine. "You sir are fun."

"I'd like to think so. I'm spontaneous and I'll try anything once. Life is too short to live in fear and take stuff for granted. I've just got to be me, you know?"

"Are you sure you're Nathan's brother? You weren't adopted, were you?" Glamma joked.

"Nope, not adopted. Not all Scotts are boring and stuffy. Look at yourself for a minute. I would have never in a million years thought that someone as charming and beautiful as yourself could be Brooke's grandmother."

"Hallelujah to that one! She raised her glass. 'So you're smart, you like to have fun, you're interesting, and might I add as cute and sexy as you want to be. You're a total package if I've ever seen one. I swear I'm about to snatch you up myself…but I have a better idea. Why don't you take out Brookie here?"

"GLAMMA!"

"Liv…"

"What? She's a beautiful girl. Sweet and proper, but I'm working on corrupting her. Besides she's a Du Bois. We're extremely talented in certain areas if you catch my drift. It's in our genes." Glamma winked.

"Liv…"

"Hello! Glamma. I'm sitting right here!"

"Brookie, hush up I'm trying to get you a little excitement. Look at him he's perfect and you know sweetie you can't continue to be a …"

"Glamma stop it." Brooke was horrified. If Glamma mention her virginity one more time she was going to pull her hair out.

"Forgive me Liv, but uh, I don't think Brooke and I are very compatible."

"You got that right" Brooke mumbled.

What nerve! He was actually cocky enough to sit in a table in her house with her grandmother trying to charm them with his stupid stories. On top of all that, he had said they weren't compatible. The jerk was right but it was the way he said it. As if it was his choice and she wasn't good enough. Brooke wanted to scream. Lucas Scott was more sickening each time she saw him.

"Glamma, I…I have to go. Um, something came up that I just remembered and…"

"But sweetie you haven't eaten a thing. That's not like you."

Brooke looked from her grandmother to the smug jackass she detested more than anything or anyone.

"Sorry. Suddenly I just lost my appetite."

"Wait Brooke I need to talk to you. Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" Lucas asked as he stood up.

"Hey you two relax. I have some phone calls that I need to return. Stay here. Have some more wine. I'll send Marie in with desert and some brandy."

"Thank you, Liv it was a pleasure."

"Lucas I hope to be seeing more of you in the future."

Olivia smiled at Lucas and then at Brooke. She walked out of the dinning room, and made a mental note to call Mae Scott and invite her out to lunch. Lucas Scott now there was someone who was perfect for Brooke.

Lucas waited till Olivia was out of sight. "So Brooke …"

Brooke interrupted him. "Cut to the chase Lucas. What the hell are you doing in my house? Better yet what the hell do you want?"

"Okay you want to be like that. I want you to call my grandmother and tell her you change you're mind. You don't want the job. Do it now I'll even dial."

Brooke was mortified. "How dare you? You have a lot of nerve, sitting in my house giving me orders. Who the hell do you think you are? You're so cocky like you're god's gift to women. I can't stand you. First of all Lucas I will not resign. I want the job. Second of all don't give me orders."

Lucas started to laugh. "There're some women that love it when I give them orders Brookie. How about you? Would you like it if I told you to walk over here and…"

"You perv. How dare you. Get out of my house. I don't want anything to do with you. I never want to see you again."

Lucas stood up and walked over to where Brooke was standing. He got right in her face. "Listen little girl the foundation means a lot to my grandmother. I won't have you screw it up. Quit now while you have some dignity left. I'll make it worth you're while. What do you want? Name it whatever it is I'll give you. Furs, a trip, name it Brooke."

"I want you to leave Lucas. But first I want you to listen to me. I'm not going to quit. I want this job. I love Mae and I'm not going to screw it up. So get out. Take your furs, trips, and you're ego and shove it up you're ass."

Lucas stared at Brooke. The girl wasn't backing down. She had guts. She was really mad too, mad enough to start throwing things at him.

"You know Brooke you're not half bad. Maybe after you screw up at the foundation I will take you out. We'll call it a mercy fuck. You can get a taste of what a real man taste like. Would you like that princess? Would you like to spend the night with me? I could teach you some moves and do things to you that will make your toes curl. What do you think princess?"

He knew he had gone too far. Brooke's face was red and she looked like she was going to slap him. He could have sworn that there was steam coming out of her ears. He wanted her to quit. He was egging her on hoping that she would get mad enough to quit the foundation.

"So Brooke since you're not quitting, I guess I'll see you Monday."

And without saying goodbye he walked out leaving Brooke furious and appalled.