Author- Emily-Grace Mendes (Brookebynature)

Disclaimer- I don't own the characters, or the song featured.

A/N- A big, big thank you to everyone who has reviewed, seriously, you guys are awesome. Keep them coming :) Hope you enjoy this chapter. xxx

Just Watch Her Move

Chapter 3- Pure Addiction

Night swimming, beach walking, always silent, never talking. Then you call my name, and I know inside I love you.

"Lucas" He removed his head from its comfortable resting position on his hands, upon feeling someone shaking him awake, interrupting him from a dream about a certain brunette dancer.

"Sorry" he mumbled, trying to get the thoughts of her out of his head so he was able to concentrate on what his wife was saying.

"I'm going to stay with Susie for a couple days, you know, have a girly weekend shopping and pampering."

"Susie?"

"You know, the blonde woman who's married to Mike. Susie Westridge."

Lucas nodded, although he had no idea of who this Susie was. "You're going now?" he asked, noticing the bags beside her feet.

She nodded "Thought I'd get there before rush hour."

He nodded again, his heavy eyes threatening to shut. She leaned in to kiss him, receiving only a brief peck on her lips before he pulled away, forcing a smile.

"I'll call you when I get there."

He nodded again, the fake smile still making a presence on his face. But it soon vanished as Peyton walked out of the door, leaving Lucas to rest his head again on his arms, shutting his eyes as the laptop in front of him switched screensavers.

It was barely nine before he made his way to the club again, a need for both alcohol and Brooke taking over his thoughts. He tried to focus on the road as he was driving, but his mind wandered too many times to count. He thought about what Brooke would be doing at this moment, what she would be wearing, what song she'd be dancing too. He wondered whether she would have that captivating dimpled smile on her face, accompanied by twinkling hazel eyes like he had seen for the past few nights.

And he continued to wonder about her when he couldn't spot her among the bar staff. Not one to give up instantly, Lucas made his way towards the edge of the club, the shiny metal of the bar actually hurting his eyes. It never hurt his eyes when Brooke was behind it.

"What can I get you sir?"

Lucas contemplated his choice of drinks. The scotch was screaming his name again. But then, it did every night. He wasn't going to give in. he was going to stay sober.

"Scotch please"

Okay, so he'd given in. But he was only going to have one. Or maybe two. Three if Brooke hadn't arrived by the time he'd finished that glass.

"Is Brooke working tonight?"

The bartender shook his head. "Night off"

"Why?"

The bartender laughed. This guy couldn't be serious. "Because if anyone deserves a night off around here, it should be her."

"She work a lot?"

"You're not one of her doctors are you?" the man half-laughed, a mix of worry and fake happiness on his face.

"No"

Lucas stared into the glass, swirling the ice cubs round until they melted, forming a cooler, easier to drink, brown liquid. How many doctors did Brooke have? And why?

"She see a lot of doctors?" Lucas asked, trying not to seem too interested.

"I don't know. She doesn't like to dwell on things. Gets on with life you know. You gotta admire the girl."

There was no doubt about it, that Lucas admired Brooke. But now he couldn't help but wonder even more about her. But maybe she wanted him to wonder about her. Nobody could be that seductive without trying. She had to have some kind of motive.

And that's when he spotted her, long jeans covering her legs, red silk top with barely-there straps teamed with black peep toes, her hair loose and wavy. Effortlessly sexy. And captivating. And seductive.

Her hips even swayed in time to the music when she walked, turning heads as she made her way to the bar. No, not to the bar. To him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were stalking me."

Lucas smiled a little and raised his eyebrow, holding her gaze as he swallowed the liquid. Only one scotch. He'd done well.

"Hey Brandon" she greeted the bar tender with a peck on the cheek, actually making Lucas jealous. He wanted a kiss on the cheek. Hell, he wanted more than a kiss on the cheek.

"What'll it be Brooke?"

"Just an orange juice please"

Lucas frowned as she sipped on the orange liquid, twirling the straw around her fingers.

"Why the frown?" Brooke asked

"Why the drink?"

"Because I'm thirsty"

"You're drinking orange juice"

"Jeez, thanks for telling me that. I don't think I'd have noticed otherwise" She rolled her hazel eyes at him and sipped on the straw again, shaking the glass lightly so that the ice cubes fell to one side.

"It's just, an interesting girl like you, drinking a plain drink like that, it doesn't seem right."

"So what would you rather I drink?" she asked him. "Something I don't like, like you?"

"Why would you want to drink me?"

"I meant the scotch genius"

"This flirting's making my head hurt" Lucas said as Brooke finished the orange juice, adjusting the strap on her top.

"Your cologne is making my head hurt"

"You're saying it's too much?"

Brooke shrugged.

"You must know what you mean."

"Ya know what, I like this song, and I'm going to dance, so have a nice night Mr Scott."

She hopped off the bar stool, loosing herself in the crowd as Lucas' mouth crept into a smile.

He spotted her again later, the eyeliner smudged once more as her hands grazed her own hips, the beat thumping over the large speakers as people packed closer together, sweaty bodies colliding, relationships forming.

Drink wasn't appealing so much to him now, not nearly as much as the brunette girl on the dance floor, who seemed so in touch with the music, so lost in her world. And he liked that.

"You're a good dancer" Lucas' own hips stated to sway as Brooke moved closer to him, the heat radiating off of her body making him even hotter.

"I know"

"You're not very modest."

"What's the point?" His eyes lit up as hers sparkled, his lips trembling as she pushed her hips up against his. "I know I'm good"

And that's when her dimpled smile emerged for the first time that night, a smile creeping across Lucas's lips too, as he let one arm rest on her hip.

Brooke reached for his other arm, bringing it with her to rest on the small of her back as she slung one of her own arms casually over his shoulder, Lucas' eyes glazing over as he revelled in the moment of her skin touching his, the most contact he'd had in months. And now, he remembered how good it felt.

"I think you like my cologne" he whispered to her coarsely as her head moved closer and closer to his neck, her soft hair tickling his skin.

"I think you like my flirting" Her raspy voice in his ear was enough to drive him crazy, making him grind his hips against her just that little bit harder. Brooke bit her lip as she realised he'd just lost himself entirely in the moment they were having, one of lust and passion and desire.

"So can I get you a more interesting drink?" Lucas asked as the song finished and people seemed to spread out a little more, some taking trips to the bathroom, some taking trips to the bar, some juts staying put.

Brooke shook her head. "I'll have an orange juice."

"You know, you're very mysterious" Lucas told Brooke as he sipped on yet another scotch. "Isn't there anything about yourself you want to tell me?"

She shook her head, a smile creeping across her face. "I find other people more interesting."

"I work in an office. A company that I've built up myself over the past five years. My office is beige. I mean, totally beige. Beige walls, beige carpet, beige coloured desk. Every day for the past five years, I've had a blueberry muffin and a cup of strong black coffee delivered to my desk. And I don't even like them that much." Lucas swigged the last of his scotch, watching as Brooke crossed one leg over the other. "Tell me what you find interesting about that."

"You still eat the muffin and drink the coffee, even though you don't like it. You drink scotch even though you don't like it. You go to work even though you don't like it. And you're still married, if I'm not mistaken, eventhough you don't like it."

Lucas nodded, his eyes trying to search Brooke's to work out what she was hinting at.

"Do you have an explanation as to why you do all of that stuff?"

He shook his head, never having realised that he was so transparent.

"You're scared."

He narrowed his eyes as he watched Brooke place the glass down on the bar without it making a sound. She ran a hand through her hair, moving the loose strands away from her face as her lips formed her next words.

"Tell me a secret."

"A secret?"

"Something that you've not told anyone, something that you don't want to tell anyone."

I think I'm falling in love with a girl I only met a couple days ago.

"I don't have any secrets."

Brooke nodded and got up from her seat, as Lucas just watched her walk away, calling back over her shoulder "Everybody has secrets."

Day dreaming, chain smoking, always laughing, always joking. I remain the same, did I tell you that I love you?

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