That night, Lucas' words played over and over in Brooke's mind and she had trouble falling asleep. The house was quiet, and she decided to go downstairs to get a crest to compensate for her frustration. She walked down the stairs slowly to the ground floor, no one in sight, everyone must be asleep. Brooke took out a plate and opened the fridge. As Brooke closed the fridge door, she jumped... Lucas was standing in front of her, standing in the darkness.
LUCAS : Did I scare you, Brooke?
His voice was low but he seemed a little amused by the situation. He was gorgeous and only wore boxers.
BROOKE : A little, I admit.
Brooke resisted as best she could the urge to linger on his body, his muscles and his package molded into the tight fabric. Unlike her, Lucas made no effort to hide his interest in her nightie and he openly ogled her.
LUCAS : You don't sleep very covered up...
BROOKE : It's quite warm at the same time... But I can return the same comment to you.
This time, Brooke's eyes clearly agreed to stare at him wherever they wanted to linger. Lucas ran his hand over his chest, stroking the few hairs that adorned his torso, then down to his stomach. He was aware of having the body of an Apollo and seemed to know how to play it. Brooke salivated at the sight. Then, wanting to rebalance things, especially since what he had told her in the hallway earlier in the evening...
This time, Lucas lost some of his his insurance and Brooke noticed a slight movement at the level of his boxers. She took the opportunity to turn around, opened the microwave and slid her plate in to warm up her crepe. She rested her elbows on the counter and offered him, in the meantime, an unobstructed view of the back of her body. She played with her legs and undulated her buttocks a little just before take her crepe and turning around.
LUCAS : And a greedy one at that...
BROOKE : Definitely, yes. I plead guilty to the sin of gluttony...
Brooke's gaze was hot and eagerly provocative. She wanted to show him that she was playing this game too.
BROOKE : But don't get me wrong, there's still a lot you don't know about me, Lucas!
LUCAS : But, we still have the whole week left... At least.
Lucas dealt her another blow by reminding her that she was still in trial period. Weakened, she smiled at him...
BROOKE : A lot can happen in a single week...
She gave him a look that feigned total control over the situation that in reality completely destabilized her. Without warning, Lucas advanced towards Brooke calmly but his eyes darkened with desire and defiance. Brooke swallowed with difficulty. She tried to appear detached but his eyes were now fixed on her lips, her throat was dry, her legs were wobbling. Lucas continued to move forward until Brooke felt the edge of the counter against her back. Their eyes locked and Brooke resisted the urge to touch his abs and tanned skin. Lucas was making love to her with his eyes, now pressing his warm body against her. He moved his head closer until his stubble tickled Brooke's cheek and she felt him inhale into the crook of her neck.
LUCAS : You smell even better than pancakes... And your hair is even softer than I imagined.
With his fingertips, he gently caressed Brooke's jaw. He too smelled so good... The smell of male and desire. Soon, his prominent manhood pressed and pressed harder against Brooke's crotch. Brooke's mouth was getting more and more pasty and the urge to let go was irresistible, his sex was so painful. Just as she wanted to turn her head to kiss him greedily, Lucas violently pulled away from her, his fists clenched. Brooke could now clearly see the erection that was pulling at him and straining his boxers. Lucas didn't release his fists, he closed his eyes for a few moments and took a deep breath before saying:
LUCAS : Go back to bed Brooke, now!
His tone was authoritative and given the state Brooke was in, it excited him even more. Brooke tilted her head to the side.
BROOKE : Or what...?! Are you sure that's what you want Lucas?
With a sigh and a rather tense laugh, he looked away. Then the tone of his voice changed radically.
LUCAS : Did I not express myself correctly? What did you not understand in my sentence?
BROOKE : I understood your sentence very well, it's you ... You that I don't understand!
As if confronting her gaze ... Or her body, was unbearable for him, he continued to stare at the corridor. Brooke felt that he was about to say or do something, she dared to take a step towards him as if to provoke him. Lucas raised his palm to stop her in her tracks, and looking only at the ground and his feet, he contented himself with a ...
Lucas : Good night.
And he left... Just like that, leaving her there, soaked with excitement in front of her crepe that had already cooled down.
Lucas went back to his room and slipped in next to Peyton who was already asleep. He was horny as never before. He hesitated to wake his wife, whom he hadn't touched for weeks, maybe even months... He wanted to unload and do everything he dreamed of doing to Brooke... Brooke, his daughter's babysitter.
LUCAS' THOUGHT : She's my daughter's babysitter, damn it!
His brain reminded him of the unconsciousness of his actions and thoughts but the fantasy was too powerful.
LUCAS' THOUGHT : I can't fuck my wife, with whom I just argued for the umpteenth time about Sawyer tonight... I don't even want her, I don't even know why we still sleep together... Appearances, no doubt! Again and again these appearances when we are no longer a couple. We have become strangers to each other! I wonder how this could have happened... We were so crazy about each other at the beginning...
His nostalgic thoughts would almost make him disband but his hand went down to caress his cock through his boxers. And like a teenager in full puberty, Lucas released his tense and swollen cock like a devil would come out of its box. His thoughts were all for Brooke while his hand closed on his shaft to come and relieve his desire for sex.
During breakfast, Sawyer and Brooke were already actively thinking about their plans for the day. They had the same desire, to get out of the house and go for a walk.
BROOKE : Have you ever taken the subway, Sawyer?
The little girl seemed very excited by the idea but Julie cut short their respective enthusiasm.
GOVERNESS : Have you ever spoken to Mr. Lucas?
Given Brooke's puzzled look, Julie understood that she needed more explanation regarding her question.
GOVERNESS : You have a car at your disposal for your trips with Sawyer ... Precisely to avoid that.
BROOKE : What exactly? The real life of Americans or people like you and me?
GOVERNESS : I guess it's just a safety issue, but ask him first just to be on the safe side, then.
Lucas was no longer in the house, and neither was Peyton. If Brooke wanted to do it, she was going to have to do it virtually. But with the incidents of the day before, she absolutely didn't want him to get the wrong idea again... And for him to turn things around once again as if she was trying at all costs to get closer to him.
BROOKE : Julie, would you mind sending him a message to ask him the question?
GOVERNESS : Oh honey, I know your preference, you young people, but I prefer a good old phone call!
Julie already had her cell phone in her hand and as she was looking for Lucas' number in her phone book, she said to her:
GOVERNESS : Remind me to give you Mr. Lucas' number later. It's essential and it will be very useful!
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : I'll avoid telling her that I already have it...
Julie pressed the speaker button, giving Brooke all the leisure to follow the conversation live.
GOVERNESS : Hello Mr. Lucas, excuse me for disturbing you but we had a question with Sawyer and Brooke...
LUCAS : Hello Julie, tell me what's going on, I'm listening.
LUCAS : I believe Brooke must have my cell number, right?
Julie looked at Brooke insistently, indicating that she was waiting for her to provide the necessary clarification. Brooke shook her head in denial, even though she wasn't proud of herself at the moment.
GOVERNESS : No, according to her, she doesn't have it yet but I will take care of giving it to her as soon as this call is over, sir.
The silent blank left by Lucas translated quite easily what he was thinking... And he was right.
LUCAS : Listen Julie, if Brooke has something to ask me, I prefer that she do it directly, okay?
At his remark, Brooke blushed instantly next to Sawyer and Julie, feeling like a little girl trapped.
GOVERNESS : Well Mr. Lucas, I'll pass the message on to her. Have a nice day and sorry for the inconvenience.
Julie ended her conversation with Lucas and put her cell phone back on the counter.
GOVERNESS : You heard as I did, mister prefers that you call him directly...
Brooke smiled at him as if it was no problem for her but inside her, it was a completely different story.
BROOKE'S THOUGHT : If I call him, he'll get what he's hoping for and I'll come across, once again, as a little scatterbrain... If I don't do anything, I risk being seen badly especially if I take the subway without his agreement...
BROOKE : You know what Julie, I'm going to take his number but I'm going to test this car, after all I might as well use it!
Thus carefully and skillfully getting around the problem, Brooke looked at Sawyer who seemed a little disappointed.
BROOKE : Come on, sweetie, you'll see, we'll have fun and we'll take the subway next time, I promise!
An hour later, Brooke and Sawyer had finally survived the traffic jam and had even found a parking spot. They first went to the library where Sawyer enjoyed choosing a few books that inspired him. They then spent an hour in a small park discovering the stories Sawyer had chosen, sitting on the grass. They then settled down on the terrace of a bistro to eat a bite before continuing on their way...
SAWYER : Mama, she works here I think... Or maybe there... I don't remember, all the houses look the same.
Brooke looked on her phone and sure enough, they were on the right street, but not in front of the right house number.
BROOKE : Since we're here, would you like us to go say hello to your mom?
The little girl's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm but Brooke also perceived a slight veil of fear and apprehension.
SAWYER : Do you think she'll be happy to see us?
Brooke had a hard time imagining for a single moment that a mother couldn't be happy to see her daughter. Just as she had a hard time realizing that Sawyer, at five years old, was already wondering about this kind of thing. Brooke decided to send a message to Peyton to ask her directly if it didn't bother her... And she waited.