I didn't post last week because I was busy planning my son's sixth birthday party and I couldn't post yesterday because it was my mom's birthday and it was a very hard day since we went to visit her at her grave site. Life getting in the way per usual.

As a warning I am inserting Peyton in this story but she isn't going to be a problem. She's just an employee. I got the dessert recipe from Jo cooks. This is a very long chapter but I hope you enjoy it regardless…

Chapter Eleven

The construction of Luxuriont Paris was going incredibly well but Lucas had been right about her being needed to see about the building of her restaurant and adjust some important things like where the bar would be placed, how wide the food pantry should be, since the crew had a few misunderstandings but she was called in to straighten things out and got things back on track.

"I like those…" Brooke said as they looked over different lighting options for the restaurant together in their temporary office near the construction site.

Lucas nodded, studying the details of the items before him. "Those are nice…"

"Aren't they a little on the expensive side?" she asked, looking at him.

"Brooke you can do whatever you want you have carte blanche. Go crazy." Lucas said encouragingly.

"If you're sure…okay. I want that one…" she said as she pointed out the design she fell for.

"That's too expensive." He deadpanned with a complete straight face.

Her eyes widened and snapped, "But you just said—"

Lucas laughed and began hugging her through her attempts to flee and said, "I was just kidding around with you! You can have whatever you want. If you want the golden tube pendant lights then that's what we will go with." He said with a wink. "Excellent choice by the way…"

"Ha ha…you're so funny. You're going to stop playing with me."

"Am I?" he asked before kissing her neck.

"Stop it! Now's not the time!" She chastised, moving reluctantly away from his teasing kisses that felt oh-so-good. "We need to focus on this project. Besides Peyton could come back at any moment…"

Peyton Sawyer, who had stepped out of the office for an important phone call, is the interior decorator he had hired on a week ago due to Jake firing their last interior decorator for drinking on the job multiple times. She had great references and her work was truly breathtaking. Aside from that she was a real artist, her murals were truly outstanding. Brooke had taken a liking to her the first time she met her, never mind her talent.

"Bubble buster." Lucas released her then with obvious displeasure. "Alright…fine—you're right. I'm focused…my head is in the game…" he said as he casually sat down in one of the chairs at the table. "But I admit that my head would rather be in between your—"

Peyton walked in with an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry about that. Where were we?"

"We decided on the light fixtures. So now we're on tiles…" Brooke answered as she moved further away from Lucas.

"Oh right...thank you. As I was saying I like the idea of a contemporary style…maybe some earthy and metallic tones for the restaurant…swanky but could be a relaxed atmosphere as well…"

Brooke nodded, "I love that idea…"

"I like it too."

"Okay next time we meet I will get some paint samples and different materials to show you and see which feels right for you." Peyton said with a professional smile as she shook both of their hands. "How does October 18th sound?"

"Actually can we make it for the 22nd? I have to go back to Illinois by the 18th to support my family as they compete in a basketball tournament for charity." Brooke explained as they began walking her to the door.

Peyton nodded her understanding saying, "That's no problem. We can definitely make that arrangement happen. See you then."

"See you then…" Brooke echoed as the curly haired blonde walked out the opened door.

"We should get going…" Lucas said as he opened the door for her. He followed behind her after locking up and made the short walk to the car. Jacque had already opened the door for her to enter the car so he got in shortly after. As he buckled up he said, "I have a little surprise for you…"

Brooke remembered the last time they left work and went discovering so she was a little excited to hear him say that.

After a lengthy ride they finally arrived at their destination: Rue d'Aligre et, Place d'Aligre…a lively market with an indoor section for cheese and meat.

"What are we doing here?" Brooke asked as they exited the car. Lucas laced his fingers in hers as they walked by the outdoor vendors for vegetables and fruit.

Lucas laced his fingers with hers as they walked by the outdoor vendors for vegetables and fruits. "Shopping." He supplied, going to where the carts were.

"Shopping? For what?" she asked as they entered the market.

Lucas looked at her and answered, "Anything your heart desires. Look I know that you miss Reverie and I know that you missed cooking…so I told Mathis to take the night off so you and I could create some dishes together for dinner tonight."

She nodded, "So we're shopping for ingredients?"

"Yes…" he said with a small smile. "So do you have any dishes in mind that you want to whip up?" he asked as he grabbed a cart for her and himself.

Brooke grinned, her heart warming at his thoughtfulness, as well as being completely happy with his idea. "I have had a taste for spaghetti…"

"Okay what do we need?"

"Some of the ingredients we have in the kitchen already…all we need is some savory sausage, ground beef, sweet onions, green peppers, celery and mushrooms…"

"And dessert? I vote for you being completely naked with chocolates and berries again—"

Brooke struggled to keep her laughter in as she nudged him then said, "Quit it. Besides that'll mean I'm a one trick pony and that is one thing that I, Brooke Davis, am not." She then walked alongside him and said, "I will tell you what the dessert is when it's time to make it."

Lucas and Brooke spent majority of the time trying out samples of sausages and cheeses as well as picking up what they needed and putting them in the cart.

"What about this?" he asked as he held up a can of whipped cream, waggling his eyebrows.

"You're incorrigible." Brooke said humorously, taking the can from him and pointing it at him before putting it in the cart as well. "Any other toppings you want? Cherries? Strawberries—"

A shudder ran through her, feeling his breath on her neck as his low, throaty whispery voice said, "No. Just you."

Brooke bit her lip then shook her head, "Now is not the place…"

"You're absolutely right…now isn't the place…" he said just as he cupped her ass in a quick squeeze which caused her to squeal. "But a little teasing doesn't hurt."

"Would you stop being such a pervert—we're supposed to be shopping here!" she chastised full of mirth, slapping his chest playfully.

Lucas knew she didn't mean it and kissed her hair before chuckling, "You know I can't control myself around you."

"That's what she said…" she joked with a smile.

"I wish that you would say that." He said with a chuckle.

Brooke smirked mischievously and replied, "Sometimes wishes come true…" She then winked and added flirtatiously, "it could just happen tonight…"

He leaned over and groaned huskily in her ear, "Tease…" he then looked in their cart and asked, "Is this everything?"

"We need a few more things…"

After their excursion Jacque drove them back home with their bounty. Jacque, Lucas and Brooke carried the groceries to the empty kitchen.

"Lucas you unpack the bags while I start boiling the water." She said as she began filling up the pot with water.

Lucas did as he was asked and unloaded the bags neatly while Brooke put the pot on the stove. As she turned on the heat, Lucas moved behind her and kissed her ear, his hands settling on her waist.

A smile spread across her face as she asked, "You remember the last time?"

"Yes…" he said kissing along her neck. "We were making dessert…you smeared caramel frosting on your luscious—"

"And chef Mathis walked in…" she reminds, pouring oil and a small amount of salt into the water. She then poured the olive oil in the skillet and turned on the eye.

Lucas stopped kissing her neck to chuckle, "I have never been so angry and embarrassed…in—my—life." They shared a laugh at the memory before he continued on, "I was in between shielding you from his eyes and wanting to throttle him for interrupting us."

"Nuh-uh!" she said laughingly, walking away from him and the stove.

He followed after her, heading to the pantry. "It's true. I really did want to punch him in the gut for that."

Brooke shook her head, still laughing as she stepped up on the stool, gathering the ingredients she needed from the pantry. "It wasn't his fault Luke. We shouldn't have been messing around in the first place—especially in the kitchen—his kitchen."

"Don't you mean my kitchen? And excuse me but wasn't it you that was being extra flirty that day? Teasing me by bending over the way you were—the way your ass looked in that skirt…"

Brooke carried the spices and noodles to the countertop then shrugged, "Okay guilty as charged…I was teasing you on purpose. But in my defense it's been a really long time since I had gotten laid and my body acted of it's own volition."

"Best defense I ever heard." He said as he put the bowls and chop board on the island.

Brooke smiled as she stood next to Lucas, watching him chopping the vegetables deftly, impressing her greatly. "You know, watching you chopping those vegetables is seriously doing something for me."

"Yeah?" he asked with a cocky smirk, continuing dicing the celery.

Brooke waited until he was finished dicing the stalk then leaned in, her mouth near his ear and said softly, "Oh yeah…it's definitely hot."

Lucas chuckled darkly, "Pretty girl you're asking for it and if you're not careful you just might get it…"

"Maybe I don't want to be careful? Maybe I do want it…"

Lucas let out a groaning laugh saying, "And you tell me to focus…"

Brooke chuckled and grabbed the bowl of vegetables to take to the heated olive oil, "Finally you get the message."

"Did I?" he whispered in her ear, giving the sensitive flesh a quick suckle before biting gently on her lobe. She shivered as his long fingers dug into the soft creamy skin of her waist, bringing her into his growing erection.

"God that feels good…mm wait—we have to wait…" she exhaled then said, "Lucas it was your idea that we cook together so let's finish up before getting carried away. Alright?"

"You're no fun…" he grumbled as he released her, walking away to sit on the stool.

Brooke scoffed, "I'm plenty of fun which is why you want to play with me."

"Okay you're right…I just like being affectionate with you and I love playing around with you. I just wanted you to enjoy today. Do something special for you. And since cooking is essential to who you are I figured we should do it together. I did not count on how tempting it would be to flirt with you as well as having the desire to ravish you on one of these flat surfaces."

"Ravish?" she asked humorously as she stirred and seasoned the vegetables with sea salt and black pepper.

"Yeah, you know…having my wicked way with you." Lucas said with a smirk, giving her a hot stare.

"Who says I won't be the one to do the ravishing? I mean you're an incredibly sexy man Lucas Scott…do you know how hard it is to remain in control when all I want to do is let everything burn just so I could give in to you? But I won't do that because I literally can't let anything burn. It's an unwritten rule to myself."

"You never let anything burn? At all?" he asked curiously, cocking his head slightly to the side.

She shrugged, "I wasn't always perfect at cooking—hell I'm still not perfect…I did once and almost burned down my mom's kitchen—had to use an extinguisher and everything."

Lucas was stunned at that revelation and said, "Wow."

"Yeah…we don't speak of it. That was a bad experience for everyone involved." She said with a slight shudder and a light laugh.

"What on Earth were you cooking?"

Brooke chuckled then answered, "It was the simplest thing to cook—a beginners dish: Rice. You see my mom had asked me to cook the rice after she had cooked the hard stuff which was the pot roast, carrots and potatoes and had made crescent rolls…but in my defense I was just thirteen. All I had cooked up until then was Easy-bake oven cakes and brownies."

"Anyway my friend Gigi called and we got to talking about boys and what bands we were going to see—" she then shrugged nonchalantly, "—just a lot of unimportant junk that seemed important at the time. Next thing I knew the pot was smoking and had caught fire. My mom had to carry Sam out because she was asthmatic at the time. Dad saved the day and extinguished the fire which got in the roast, carrots and potatoes…we had to air out the house and Mom made him ordered pizza then that was that. Which is why I'm so big on focusing on what is going on with my food." She said as she

"Oh…well I'm sorry for being a distraction—"

Brooke rolled her eyes then sighed, "No…I mean don't get me wrong I really do like that you are affectionate and playful with me but when cooking I have to focus."

Lucas nodded, "Alright…no more distractions. For either of us."

"Okay. Good…" Brooke then began making the sauce, starting with two tablespoons of olive oil, minced one large sweet onion, crushed five cloves garlic, poured one and a half cup of chicken broth, added a twenty-eight ounce can of crushed tomatoes, with a fifteen ounce of can tomato sauce, six ounces of can tomato paste, one tablespoon white sugar, one tablespoon fennel seed, one tablespoon ground oregano, added a half teaspoon salt, a fourth teaspoon of ground black pepper, with a half cup chopped fresh basil, a fourth cup of chopped fresh parsley.

"Simmering a spaghetti sauce for a long time allows it to develop a lot of flavor. This recipe calls for 1-4 hours of simmering. If you don't feel comfortable leaving it on the stove, simply transfer it all to a slow cooker and let it do all the simmering. Place it on high for 4-5 hours and you'll have a well developed spaghetti sauce…you know in case you ever wanted to make your own sauce."

Lucas watched her work and for once just watched her with tenderness filling his heart, "Good to know." He said softly then cleared his throat and asked, "So are we putting it in the slow cooker?"

Brooke smiled and said, "Yes…we are."

Brooke and Lucas worked together fluidly, him draining the noodles while she seasoned and cooked the hamburger and diced sausage. After thoroughly cooking the meat, Brooke drained the sausage and hamburger then added it in the sauce and allowed the sauce to continue to simmer.

"Okay now for the dessert…it's a pudding dessert called Sex In A Pan."

Lucas chortled then asked, "Sex In A Pan? You've got to be pulling my leg—"

"I'm not!" Brooke exclaimed with a little laugh, "Honestly I think it's called sex in a pan because it has six layers and from six layers in a pan it had been dubbed Sex In A Pan. The bottom layer is the crust made with pecans, flour and butter. The next layer is a layer of cream cheese sweetened with powdered sugar and made fluffier with whipped cream. Then there's a layer of chocolate pudding, then another layer of vanilla pudding and top it off with whipping cream and then lastly you sprinkle it with chocolate."

"Sounds decadent…like sex." His voice grew rougher at the last part.

Brooke's body felt flushed at the sound and the images his words caused but somehow remained focused as she said, "Exactly…so let's get started huh."

"Whatever you say…"

"Okay for the crust we need 1 cup pecans chopped, 3 tbsp of granulated sugar, ½ cup unsalted butter—melted, 1 cup all-purpose flour." She muttered as she gathered the items she needed from the pantry.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked as he watched her get into his second favorite mode: focused passion.

"Well gorgeous you can get the butter, milk and cream cheese out of the fridge…and then preheat the oven to 350 F degrees."

She sprayed the 9x13 inch baking dish with cooking spray.

Brooke then walked to the mixer and mixed all the crust ingredients together and poured the mixture into the prepared baking dish. She then slid it in the oven and baked it for close to 20 minutes.

"Have you ever made pudding?"

Lucas had to think back to his childhood then answered, "Sure once—"

"Okay just follow the instructions only…use 2 cups of milk instead of the 3 cups on the package instructions to get a firmer pudding."

Lucas prepared the vanilla and chocolate puddings as per the instructions on the package.

After washing out the mixer she added the cream cheese, powdered sugar and the cup of whipped cream. She mixed them together until light and fluffy.

"Lucas take the pan out of the oven for me please." She said as she continued mixing.

He placed the pan on the island and let the crust cool. Brooke spread the cream cheese mixture over the crust evenly. She then spread the vanilla pudding over the cream cheese layer, then the chocolate pudding, and finally the whipped cream as the last layer. Brooke then garnished the dessert with shaved chocolate.

"Alright…we will refrigerate that for a couple hours until it sets before serving."

"You make cooking more enjoyable than it already is for me. I had a lot of fun." Brooke said with a grin as they cleared off the island and put back all the ingredients they used.

Lucas halted her, his hand on her wrist. "Me too…" he said as he brushed her hair away from her face, the combination of her dazzling smile and warm hazel eyes making time seem as if it was staying still. "Damn you're beautiful…"

Brooke liked the way he said that, so earnest and passionate. She bit her lip unconsciously as her eyes flicked to his, the urge to kiss him overwhelming after all the teasing they had endured. She found herself brushing her lips against his in a soft, brief tender kiss that turned into a scorching kiss that lasted longer than either meant to. His hands smoothed over her waist and back up to her back while his tongue explored every bit of her mouth.

"We…should stop while we're ahead." Lucas said breathlessly, his eyes closed, focusing on the lingering feel of her in his arms.

Brooke nodded shakily, desire flowing freely within her. "Yeah we should. You're right…"

"Sometimes I hate being right." Brooke laughed from what he said as well as the attempt of keeping her in his arms while she barely fought to get away. "Where are you going?" he asked jokingly, holding her closely.

"I thought we agreed that we should stop—" she moaned as his lips found her jawline.

Lucas smiled against her skin just before saying, "Yeah but I was lying through my teeth…I want you so much that I don't care who sees us."

He then began unbuttoning her light blue blouse, untucking it so he could finish removing it. Brooke shuddered from his touch as his fingers brushed the softness of her bared stomach, his lips still working magic on the hot spot of her neck.

"Lucas…we shouldn't do this here…" she moaned as his lips suckled her bare shoulder.

"Why not?" he questioned briefly, kissing along her shoulder.

"Oh God…it's—it's not sanitary for one…and t-two anyone c-could walk in!" she stammered her answer with a hiss as he bent down to his knee and bunched her mid-length black skirt up to her thighs, his heated fingers caressing her soft skin until he reached her panties. "Oh my—Lucas wait—anyone can walk in—"

"Je t'ai dit que je m'en fous." He said huskily as he slowly dragged her panties down her thighs until the black lace pooled around her Michael Kors leather pumps. (I told you that I don't care.) "I want you right here…right now…" he then made his point perfectly clear by lifting her onto the countertop and kissing her.

Brooke's protests died on her lips the moment his lips met hers. She then broke the kiss and said, "We can disinfect the kitchen after we're done!"

Lucas grinned as he unhooked her red as sin bra, "My thoughts exactly!"

Her eyes fluttered close when he kissed her, not as hungrily as she expected but tender and just as passionate. She melted into him and moaned softly as his lips languidly kissed the valley of her breasts, followed up by his tongue trailing along the curve of her breast to her nipple. Brooke gasped and groaned as he suckled her in his mouth, rolling the nub with his tongue.

Then he was gone. Brooke opened her eyes as soon as his presence left her.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she saw him walking with the used bowls of puddings in his hands.

"Having my dessert early…" he said as he swiped his finger around the bowl to gather up some vanilla pudding. He then brought it to her lips.

Brooke then wrapped her lips around his finger and suckled the sweet treat off of his finger with promise, meeting his eyes with intent.

"You're not playing fair…" he hissed as the intoxicating wet heat of her mouth around his finger had a direct line to his very eager erection that was getting stiffer by the second.

"I'm not?" she asked as she took another finger into her mouth in a sensual draw.

Lucas withdrew his hand from her and did a little teasing of his own, taking her hand and dipping it into the chocolate pudding and repeated her actions towards him. Brooke shuddered as his tongue traced each side of her finger then brought it back into his mouth. He released her with a slight smile, "Very tasty…although I'm not entirely sure if it's because of the pudding or if it's all you."

Lucas loved that her eyes were dilated from her desire for him and that it echoed his own for her. He kissed her while spreading her legs, his fingers marginally gripping her thighs in the process. Lucas then removed his tie and tied it over her eyes, effectively blinding her then ordered, "Don't you dare take that off unless I remove it for you—"

"Lucas I'm not into BDSM."

"This isn't that I promise. I just want to surprise you." He then kissed her pouty lips then added, "Don't move from this spot ok?"

Brooke remained still, her nerves were on alert which in turn helped her arousal. She bit her lip and waited patiently then frowned when she heard a chair scrapping along the floor.

Lucas had managed to lock the door to the kitchen then spotted a foot stool. He picked it up and positioned it to where he would be eye level with her moistening folds. Lucas had then grabbed the can of whipped cream they had purchased earlier and sprayed the area he planned on spending leisured time on.

"That's kinda cold!" she squealed as he sprayed her lower regions.

Lucas then sat down on the stool and found that it wasn't close enough so he brought the stool closer, dragging it along the floor one more time. While standing Lucas nuzzled, kissed, nibbled, licked, and suckled in the outlying areas—her mouth, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs, her mons—gradually closing in on his ultimate target.

He then spread her thighs a little more and caressed her pubic bone in a caress that set fire to her veins. He then traced that same spot with his lips in tender kisses. He drew back slightly only to sit on the stool and lick his lips then he began to feast, making Brooke gasp in surprise and then let out a melting moan immediately afterwards as his mouth licked, sucked and nibbled off every bit of cream from her orifices.

Brooke's eyes fluttered closed as he concentrated on her vulva and clit with long soft licks that drove her absolutely crazy, varying with a soft suckle on her clit every now and then. Brooke gripped his hair as he continued on, his fingers joining in on the action, thrusting in nice and slow as if he had all the time in the world all the while building her up to the point of madness.

"Lucas…you're killing me here! Oh God, Lucas…" she moaned as he located her G-spot unerringly while simultaneously circling his tongue on her engorged clit, effectively making her toes curl in response. "Ahh my God yessss…right there!"

"More of this…" he asked as he continued to work her G-spot. "or more of this?" he asked as he stopped his fingers from moving and circled his tongue on her quivering nub.

Brooke ripped his tie from her eyes and glared at him, "Why'd you stop?!"

"Answer the question Brooke…" he said tauntingly, stopping all activity.

"Okay fine! I love both!" Seemingly satisfied with her answer Lucas began stroking her again. "Both...was really working for me!" she cried out in answer when he suckled her gently. "And that too!"

Lucas grinned and toyed with her inner ridge, before taking her clitoris back between his lips , tonguing the hardened pearl leisurely.

Brooke couldn't keep still, the pleasure he was giving her making her hips churn to follow his every touch and kiss. Before she knew what happened she was blinded by the immensely powerful orgasm that detonated within her, leaving her body quaking in its wake.

"I love making you do that…" Lucas said before giving her a small kiss on her nether lips then began making his way to her awaiting lips.

Brooke moaned and kissed him back passionately, tasting her essence as well as the whipped cream. "I love when you make me do that."

Brooke then unbuttoned his shirt, his jacket having been discarded when they began cooking due to the heat. She revealed his tanned skin with every button until she was finally able to see her favorite sight at the moment. She smoothed her hands over his muscles, loving every ridge she felt along her journey to his belt buckle.

"I assume that you have a condom right?"

Lucas dug in his pocket and retrieved the small packet, "I'm always prepared."

Brooke looked at the very nice tent he was sporting just for her and smirked, "That you are…so are you going to put that thing into good use or are you just going to keep staring at me?"

"Although I could stare at you all day but we are definitely putting this to good use." He said with amusement.

"Well then drop the pants and put it on for me…I want this in me so baaadly." She practically purred, her fingertips toying with the bulge in his pants.

Lucas set the condom beside her and did as she requested, he dropped his pants and boxers until they pooled around his feet. He then carefully slipping the condom on his member and looked her in her eyes as he brought her to him then inserted himself inside her.

Brooke moaned as he slid inside, filling her to capacity, all the while holding her close to him in a full embrace, giving it an emotional edge as well as a physical one. Lucas withdrew almost fully and then pressed in again, repeating that blissful feeling until he was ready to set a pace.

Brooke wrapped both of her legs around his waist with the help of the counter beneath her and clung to him as he moved inside her, the delicious ecstasy was just as intoxicating as it was overwhelming, the way his cock thrust inside her made her want to meld further into him.

"Oooh…I love the way you fill me up—God you feel so good…" she practically purred as he continued to drive her absolutely crazy, her hands sifting through his hair as he suckled her neck. "Don't stop!"

"I won't…not until I feel you cum on my cock."

Brooke bit her lip as she grinded with him, unable to sit still. "Put your mouth on my breasts and suck on my nipples then you'll have your wish!" she moaned in a way that would make a porn star proud.

Lucas wasted little time, moving his mouth lower to capture her sweet taut nipple and drawing it in with mild suction that had her crying out his name and arching into him. He groaned feeling her walls clasp him tightly in response, delighting him immensely which in turn made him speed up a little more.

"Shit…you feel so amazing wrapped around my cock…gripping me so tight…ahh I don't ever want to leave…" he groaned before moving to the other breast.

"I don't want you to leave either!" she moaned, her hands caressing his heated skin, enjoying the feel of his rippling back. Brooke suckled his neck, feeling her climax creeping ever closer. "God I don't want you to stop fucking me—" she said breathily.

"I am not fucking you—I'm making love to you." He said just before taking her lips in a lengthy kiss that had her feeling incredibly rapturous, her body on overload due to his skillful thrusting, his tongue exploring her mouth with dexterity.

"Luuuuke…I'm coming! Ah, God I'm coming!" she gasped as she felt the beginning quakes of her orgasm.

Lucas groaned as he felt that blissful familiar feeling of her gripping him rhythmically. Brooke kissed him as she rode out the waves of her climax, needing to taste his lips as she experienced the zenith of pleasure.

Lucas groaned long and deep as his own orgasm overtook him in a consuming eruption that made his legs feel weakened from it. Their kiss turned from hunger to gentle, soothing perfectly affectionate kisses. He let out a breath, resting his forehead against hers and said, "That should go down in the history books…"

"I agree…" she sighed, as she stroked his cheek affectionately. "That whole experience felt like the A-bomb detonated."

Lucas laughed, "You're very good for my ego, you know."

"This may be the sex talking but right now I really want to know…"

Lucas looked at her with a slight worried expression. "What do you want to know Pretty girl?"

Brooke couldn't believe that she was going to ask this due to the possibility of her being vulnerable but the question wouldn't leave her alone. "I told myself not to ask…"

"What is it Brooke?" he asked as he reluctantly removed himself from her delicious welcoming heat.

"What are we doing? Are we just having fun? Or—"

Lucas kissed her quickly then asked, "What do you want?"

"Why did you bounce the ball back in my court like that?!" she whined laughingly.

"Because I want you to be sure of what you want. Whatever happens with us is ultimately up to you. I told you that I want you in every aspect and I mean it…" he then laced his fingers with hers and asked, "Whatever you want I will want too."

Brooke sighed then said, "I think I want…" she then hesitated, wondering if what she said next is really what she wanted.

"You want…?" he repeated questioningly, seeing the war behind her beautiful eyes.

"I don't know what I want." She admitted, "Sometimes I feel like labels confuses things but then there are times like now where I want to be more than this…"

He exhaled then tucked her hair behind her ear. "I like whatever label that makes you my girlfriend. I want whatever is happening between us to grow healthily. Brooke…being around you everyday—I thought I had it bad before…and I want to be free to express that. And I know that you feel the same way about me otherwise you wouldn't have brought all of this up."

Brooke exhaled and despite all of her cautious nature she found herself saying, "You're right, I do. But to be honest I don't want to read too much into anything—"

Lucas hands framed her face and said, "You're not. This means we're on the same page for once. We both want more…"

"I also don't want to be a hypocrite…"

"Not to pressure you but do you want to be with me or not? And what I mean is: out in the open for the world to see and us not giving a damn about it."

Brooke was about to answer when a knock interrupted her. "Why is the kitchen door locked?" someone asked outside the door. "Avez-vous une clé?" (Do you have a key?)

"Shit!" Brooke hissed as she hopped down from the countertop. She hurried and pulled down her bunched skirt and searched for her bra and blouse.

Lucas was busy pulling up his own clothes, buttoning his shirt haphazardly. Before either could get fully dressed the key turned and in walked…

"Mother?!" Lucas asked in disbelief, his entire face gone completely red having been almost caught with his pants down by his mom.

His mother—his mother—looked at them with an arched brow at the display before her. Brooke wanted to shrink and die at the thought. Here she was with a barely buttoned blouse, her underwear near the countertop and was very visible with the woman's son just as unkempt as she was.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to…this young woman?"

Lucas sighed and said, "Mom I would like you to meet Brooke Davis my…" he paused, suddenly unsure as to how to introduce her.

"Girlfriend." Brooke said with an embarrassed smile. "Head Chef and co-owner of my restaurant Reverie."

"Karen Scott. His mother. Formally Roe…the oldest daughter of senator and oil tycoon, Oliver Roe." She then looked at her with assessing dark eyes and asked, "Who's the other owner?"

Brooke looked at Lucas then back to his mother feeling very intimidated, and judged especially due to her appearance. "L-Lucas—"

Sensing Brooke's discomfort Lucas cleared his throat and asked, "What are you doing here mom?"

"Well I missed my grandsons so I hopped on a plane. I saw them in the playroom with Sam and promised them that I would bake them some of my famous peanut butter cookies only to find the kitchen locked with you two doing…each other inside! Shame on you for doing…this here where the kids could walk in! And what kind of business relationship do you two expect to have if you two are getting it on—"

Brooke flushed with embarrassment at her words.

"Okay that's enough!" He exclaimed, his anger palpable. Lucas had never raised his at his mother before and he honestly never thought he would have to. He turned to Brooke and asked, "Brooke can I talk to my mother alone? Please?"

"Um, sure just let me turn off the sauce and I'll be out of your way…" Brooke said before walking to the sink to thoroughly wash her hands. She dried them and went to stir the pot before turning it off and walked out of the room without another word.

"You were out of line—"

"What are you doing Lucas? Nathan told me about this new venture you were supposedly going into and I couldn't believe my ears! Did you really bail out a failing restaurant much less go into business with the woman who owned it?!"

"Brooke is a brilliant woman and a very talented chef—"

Karen gave him a look then asked, "If she's so brilliant then why did her business almost tank?!"

"Because she trusted her financial advisor and business partner who robbed her of thousands of dollars! It wasn't her fault."

Karen shook her head, "How do you know for sure? How do you know that she didn't take the money for herself—"

"You don't know her. She would never do that to her staff which includes Haley. Our Haley."

"Haley James?"

"Yes, Haley! Haley, who introduced me to Brooke in desperation. They needed my help and I helped them and in return I have the chance to enhance my hotels which I didn't hesitate to take! And I really don't appreciate that you disrespected my girlfriend the way you did. She didn't deserve that."

Karen exhaled as she rolled her eyes, "She disrespected herself by having sex with you in this kitchen—"

"That was my fault! I seduced her! She wanted to go upstairs but I…she's a beautiful woman and one thing led to another."

Karen sighed exasperatedly then asked, "Okay…how long has this been going on Luke?"

"Long enough to know how I feel about her…and we just agreed to make it official—" Lucas then chuckled ironically then added, "—that is until you pulled the monster-in-law act of hell out on her!"

Her brows drew together at the terminology. "Monster-in-law? Are you intending on marrying her?"

Lucas rolled his eyes, "That's the last thing you should worry about considering that you may have ruined all chances of me being with her."

"I just don't want you to be used again…"

Lucas exhaled, "Contrary to what you may think mother I know what I'm doing. You don't have to worry about me."

"Wait until it's Jamie or Logan that gets into situations that you get yourself in…"

-x-

Brooke stood in the middle of her room looking down at Haley's text message and sighed. It was a perfect picture of Chicken Bulgogi labeled: Korean Friday's officially a success! Sent at 7:10 am which meant that Haley had sent this at midnight in Illinois. She dialed Haley, knowing that it was around five in the morning there but not caring about the time difference. Brooke exhaled and waited patiently until she reached the answering machine.

Brooke began to pace, taking her left hand through her hair in agitation as she began her rant, "Haley…hi…um remember when you told me that I couldn't go through life expecting bad things to happen…and that I should step out on faith and forget all the reasons why it will not work out and believe the one reason why it will? It's kind of hard to believe all of that when his mother basically thinks I'm an opportunistic whore who's out to use her son. And that I am this penniless chef that ran her restaurant in the ground and that Lucas—the pure hearted person he is—had to step in and that's when I sank my claws into him…sure I overheard fifty percent of that and came up with the remaining fifty percent but you know what I mean…how are we supposed to work if things keep piling up against us?" she then sighed, "We had just made the decision to be together—technically—when his snobby judge Judy of a mother showed up…I don't know…call me when you get the chance okay. You know how I hate having one sided conversations. Okay bye…"

She ended the call then threw the phone on the bed. Brooke turned around as she heard the door open and there stood Lucas.

"Don't you knock?"

"I'm sorry for what my mom said to you. She was way out of line—" Brooke nodded in response which prompted him to ask, "Are you ok?"

"Oh, I'm fine. It's not everyday that I pretty much get called a whore to my face by my potential boyfriend's mother I must say that I am proud of the way you took up for me…"

Lucas sighed then asked, "You were listening in?"

"Call me crazy but I was curious about what you two would discuss. I should have minded my own business and came here the moment I walked out of that kitchen." She shook her head then added, "I never felt so…dirty before. I mean I have done a lot of things but that was the first time that I was truly embarrassed!"

"It wasn't that bad—"

Brooke gave him a severe Are you kidding me look then pointed out, "It wasn't that bad? It wasn't that bad?! My bra was inches from her foot Lucas! And God only knows where my panties were located! When you look up 'bad' in the dictionary, this is it!"

Lucas pulled them out of his pocket with a sympathetically, "I grabbed them since they were next to my pants…" She snatched them from his hands and walked to the hamper. "Look I know you're upset—"

"Never and I do mean never in all of my twenty-nine years have I ever been talked to or better yet ever been talked about—like that."

"I'm sorry…it's all my fault. I should have listened to you—"

"Yes you should have." She said mulishly, even as Lucas stood behind her. He brought her into his arms only to be shrugged off. "Don't! I'm too pissed off to be touched right now."

He sighed then held her close while saying, "Well that's too bad because I love touching you and I know you love when I touch you and just because you're rightfully pissed at my mom won't change that."

Brooke exhaled and shook her head, "I knew we should have kept it simple—the moment I even entertained the thought of us being—whatever—and that's the moment I meet your…mother."

"Biting your tongue for little ol me?" Karen said just before strolling into the room.

To be continued...

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