The restaurant was surprisingly busy for this early in the day. She pushed her way through the people waiting for a table and glanced around. It took a minute before she spotted them in the corner booth. She smiled to herself and started toward them, her sharp heeled black boots sticking to the floor with every other step.
James and Matt were engaged in deep conversation, and neither noticed she was standing there until she cleared her throat and playfully punched James in the shoulder.
"You can't make room for a lady?" She teased.
"I will, as soon as I see one!" James shot back with a wink. But he slid out of the booth quickly and gestured for Brooke to slide in. She slipped her coat off, then her scarf, and she caught the guys steal a quick glance toward her chest. Secretly pleased, she turned her body toward them. She was dressed simply- black skirt that brushed her knees and a black sweater, but it was tight and low cut and made her boobs look amazing. It was her secret weapon outfit, and she felt especially sexy when she paired it with those knee high boots. She curled her hair through her fingers and leaned over the table, pushing her breasts together.
"So what are we talking about?" Brooke sipped the water in front of her and caught some ice in her lips.
James raised an eyebrow at her. "Pizza."
"Pizza? OK. Any kind but mushrooms. Unless they make me hallucinate I'm not eating them." Brooke fingered the menu gently for a moment and could have sworn she saw James blush. He was cute when he blushed, and she loved to see that flush of color come across those cheeks. Hell, he was cute even when he wasn't blushing. And he was even cuter when he started talking. So damn smart. It was so sexy when he opened his mouth that Brooke could feel a tingle stir in her belly just thinking about it. She wondered what else his mouth was good at.
Matt cleared his throat as the waitress approached. His voice was gruff, as usual.
"Two beers and a margarita. Sugar, no salt, right?" Brooke nodded. "And a pizza- a big one, with anything but mushrooms." His laughed boomed through the booth as he waved the waitress away. "Now, where were we? That damn project- what the fuck is that guys problem? Why are we stalled?"
Brooke let his voice fade out as she glanced over at James, who smiled back and rolled his eyes. Their lunches always went the same way. They met at the bar down the block, chatted about work, tackled the hard topics like the newest terrible movies, drank and laughed. It was their monthly ritual. A reward for all the good work they were doing despite doing it for a terrible company.
She was knocked back to reality when she felt his knee gently land against hers. A chill ran up her back and her heart beat fast for a minute. They'd never actually touched until that moment, even though she'd fantasized about it almost every day. Ok. Every day. Deep, dark fantasies about ravaging him in a conference room or in his car in the parking lot.
She let her knee rest back on his while they all talked and couldn't help but let her hand brush against his thigh when she positioned her napkin on her lap. She let her fingers linger on him for a brief second. She definitely noticed him blush that time.
