Brooke stretches enjoying the feel of soft cotton rubbing against her naked flesh. Usually she doesn't sleep naked. However, she could get used to this and resolves to do it more often. After all she lives alone why shouldn't she sleep naked if she wants -. Bolting up into a sitting position Brooke stares at her unfamiliar surroundings the events of this past week flooding into her now fully awake mind.
She's naked in one of Eric's guest bedrooms... Brooke could remember lying in the pool sized bath tub relaxing but she couldn't remember how she got from the tub to here. She needed to get dressed and find Eric. Have him take her back to her car, sign the contract and then look for her an apartment.
She shouldn't even be here! Eric was her client. If she wanted to gain more clients then she was going to have to work hard to prove that everything Maxine said was a lie. Spending the night in her client's home was not going to accomplish any of that.
Brooke hopped out of bed and began scouring the room for her clothing. "Shit," she curses. Her clothes aren't in here. Neither is her suitcase. She could have sworn Eric had brought her bags in here. That's when she fully digest her surroundings. Instead of waking up naked in one of Eric's guest bedrooms she'd woken up in Eric's bedroom. Naked. OH. MY. GOD.
Glancing to the other side of the bed she's relieved to find it empty.
"Shit shit shit," Brooke stomps her foot in frustration. What was she going to do now?! Regardless of which bedroom she was in she was still without clothing. Running to the bathroom she desperately hopes that her discarded clothing from last night is still in there. Of course they aren't. Go figure.
That's when she spots a t-shirt and a pair of sweats hanging on the back of a chair near the window. Snatching them up she quickly dresses.
Easing the curtains open she pears outside. Eric's room is facing out onto the back of the property which is drenched in shadow. Mentally she wonders what time it is. Spying a clock on the night stand it's bright red numbers read one a.m.
Well there goes her plan of getting out of here. Eric was no doubt a sleep somewhere in the house. Brooke wasn't about to go find him at this ungodly hour and wake him. Lying back down wasn't an option either. Once she is awake there is no going back to sleep for her. It's going to be a very long day.
Quietly Brooke tiptoes down the hall to the stairs. Luckily the wooden stairs remain silent as she makes her way down them. Her stomach on the other hand didn't get the memo. It was growling profusely. Which was no wander. Her and Eric never did eat dinner last night.
Since she was up she figured she sneak down to the kitchen and see if she could dig up a snack.
Once downstairs Brooke's stomach took control of her feet propelling her straight towards the fridge. Gently she pries open the door to peak inside. Sorting through the contents she finds all the makings for a turkey sandwich. In less then a few minutes she was perched on a barstool assuaging her hunger.
"Did you make enough for two?"
Brooke jumps nearly falling off her stool at the sound of Eric's voice, "Shit, Eric you scared me!" Realizing who she'd just cursed at Brooke covers her mouth in embarrassment, "Eric I'm so sorry I -"
Laughing Eric cut her off, "Its ok Brooke. Relax I'm not going to fire you cause you said a cuss word."
Reaching around her he snatches up her sandwich taking a large bite out of it. "Damn woman you know how to make a sandwich," He remarks as he hands back her sandwich. Not bothering to notice that Brooke just sits there staring at him a bit dumbfounded.
Walking to the other side of the counter Eric begins pulling some things out of cabinets. Setting to work on making another sandwich he asks, "Care to see who's better?" The playful grin he shoots Brooke has her stomach doing acrobats.
Before she can muster up a reply Eric has snatched her sandwich again cutting it in half. He hands half of it along with half of the sandwich he's just made back to her. Coming back around he slide onto the stool next to her and takes a bite of his creation.
Brooke watches as he pretends to compare the two meaty concoctions to one another. "I hate to say it but I think yours wins," he says a little wistfully.
Playing along Brooke picks up Eric's sandwich he's taken a bite out of. As the flavors hit her taste buds she lets out an overly dramatic moan. "After some reconsideration I think my sandwich is the winner," Eric sounds a little flustered.
Eric's eyes follow her tongue as it snakes out licking a little excess sauce from the corner of her lip before she asks, "What made you change your mind?"
Eric's reply is more then a bit husky, "Anything that can make you moan like that has got to be good."
Brooke's eyes widen, surprised to see how effected Eric clearly is. "What does the winner get? If it's good enough I might just have to contest the judges ruling," Where in the heck had that comment come from. Her voice has a flirtatious edge to it that is so unlike her.
Eric reaches out to grab the edge of her stool pulling her closer and leans into her. Brooke can feel his words dance across her skin, "If I said the prize was mutually beneficial could I still keep the title?"
Holy fudge balls! Eric's lips were so close all she needed to do was lean forward an inch to claim them. Dammit he was her client. She - they shouldn't be doing this! Whatever this was.
Despite that bit of truth Brooke found herself nodding in reply instead of pulling away. And when Eric's lips touch hers all thoughts about propriety and professionalism run right out the door.
His lips are smooth and his breath comes out in hot short pants to mingle with hers. They're tender but firm giving everything and taking nothing.
Calloused hands caress her sensitized skin. Placing one at the small of her back and the other at the nape of her neck, Eric pulls her flush against him. Brooke's body immediately melts into his embrace. A low growl of approval emitting from Eric.
When they both finally come up for air it feels like they've been kissing for so long that Brooke can't remember a time when they hadn't been kissing.
Eric's cool forehead comes to rest against hers, "That was...wow." Brooke merely nods her approval.
Reason and reality though began to creep back through the lust filled fog in Brooke's brain. Shoving off the stool she puts some distance between herself and Eric.
Eric looks confused and a bit hurt, "What's wrong?"
"Eric we can't be doing this," she motions between them, "I'm your agent. You're my client. What will people think?"
Eric shrugs, "Who cares what everyone will think? I sure as hell don't."
Brooke lets out a long sigh, "Yes you do Eric. If it wasn't that big of a deal you wouldn't have pushed Maxine away."
Instead of understanding what Brooke was getting at Eric only becomes more confused, "What does any of this have to do with Maxine?"