Brooke let out a disgruntled huff as she looked at the many beautiful faces staring up at her. She'd got the frustrating task of choosing the models for her up and coming summer line and was finding it near impossible to choose a group of girls. She hated that this industry advertised stick thin women, she was an eager supporter of trying to obliterate zero as a size but when it came down to signing some models, she needed the best and most experienced and none of the best seemed fitting with her idyllic vision.

'Brooke, a Mr Scott's here'

Brooke smiled. 'Send him in Millie' The brunette gladly abandoned the collection of headshots as a Mr Scott walked into her large office.

'Luke'

'Hey you' He greeted fondly.

She crossed the room, welcoming his opened arms. 'It's so good to see you' She exhaled.

'It's been too long'

It had been precisely a year since they'd seen each other. They'd both gone to the same high school. They'd been childhood sweethearts but when school ended so had their relationship. It had been anticipated for sometime. They loved each other. They just weren't in love with each other and that realisation had come to them on their night of graduation. It wasn't a horrible break up. It was welcomed and they stayed close friends. Even though she'd moved her life to the big apple, she still ventured back to her small home town of Tree Hill for every thanks giving and Christmas and spent it with her best friends. With her family.

'I can't believe you're really doing this' Brooke pulled back from the hug and clapped her hands together excitedly.

'Really doing it' He laughed, jangling his door keys in front of her. 'It's official, I'm now a resident of New York' He announced.

The move had been difficult and he'd been indecisive. He'd left his family behind and he didn't know how he was going to cope with being away from them. He knew they all understood. He'd spent the last few years flying back and forth when he had to promote a forthcoming book, and now his first published work was being put on the big screen. He was simply tired of the travelling. It just made sense to split his time. He'd spend half the year in New York and half the year back home.

'You don't know how happy I am to have a friend here'

Lucas rolled his eyes as he snooped around her sleek office. 'You have friends here Brooke'

'Not my Broody' She taunted and he chuckled, inspecting the realms of photos splayed messily across the glass table.

'What's these for?'

'Urgh' Brooke groaned dramatically, joining him. 'My new line, I've got the tedious tasks of choosing models'

'Tedious?' Lucas scoffed with a smirk, his eyes scanning the photos. 'You want to swap jobs?'

She nudged her hip against him, frowning with a contradicting smile.

'Hey I'm single, I'm allowed'

She crossed her arms and shook her head with a laugh. 'Hales has told me you've become quite the womaniser' Brooke accused with a hint of amusement. 'I didn't think it could possibly be true' She teased. 'Not Lucas Scott, my infamously polite gentlemanly friend'

'Womaniser?' Lucas laughed incredulously. 'I have a few one night stands and I'm suddenly a womaniser? I'm only human' He claimed defensively.

'I'm just teasing babe' She rested her hand on his back gently. 'So, seriously who would you choose?'

'So you want my expertise advise now?'

'Of course' She leant on him as he got a closer look.

'Okay, well, this one, this one and this one' He declared, pointing to the respective images while Brooke nodded approvingly. 'And definitely this one' He tapped his finger enthusiastically on one particular image and Brooke frowned.

'Seriously? Peyton fucking Wolf?'

'She's so hot'

'And so fucked up' Brooke dismissed.

'Oh come on' Lucas whined childishly, flipping through a pile of photos of the implicated girl, halting on a full body shot. 'When she's got legs to die for like that you can deal with the shit that comes with her' He swallowed thickly before wavering the picture at Brooke.

'I've worked with her before, she's a nightmare, a total bitch. Quite frankly I don't know why people keep using her-'

'Because she looks like that' Lucas exclaimed, thrusting the photograph back in her face.

Brooke shook her head. 'I can't have someone like that representing my company'

'She's always in the tabloids- any publicity is good publicity'

'Lucas she's Mick Wolf's daughter- she grew up on the road, she has a mother that's completely fucked up-'

'So you're judging her by her parents?' He interrupted touchily. If anyone had dealt with people judging you by your parents it was Lucas Scott.

'No!' Brooke groaned. 'No of course not, it's just it's no wonder she's mucked up. She's been modelling since she was fifteen, that's ridiculously young and the girl's seriously underweight-'

'Maybe she's naturally that way' He suggested, unable to tear his gaze from Peyton Wolf's face.

'I know an eating disorder when I see one Lucas'

'Oh come on' He pouted. 'Please?'

'What're you going to do? You seriously think if I have her working for me, you're going to be able to sweep her off her feet?' Brooke proposed with a laugh. 'This is Peyton Wolf, Lucas. The girl that supposedly slept with the editor of vogue when she was just seventeen just so he'd get her on the cover'

'Who said anything about wanting a relationship with her?'

'So you just want to fuck her?' Brooke asked bluntly.

He smirked wolfishly.

'God, Hales was right, you are a playboy'

He shrugged indifferently.

'Fine. But if I do this, you can do me a favour' She challenged.

'Anything for my favourite girl'

'Anything to lay Peyton Wolf don't you mean' She muttered.

He raised his brow expectantly.

'A date with Julian Baker' She elaborated, avoiding his eyes.

'As in the movie producer? The movie producer that's producing the film of my book, the movie producer I'm writing a screenplay for?'

She nodded curtly.

'Brooke' He groaned. 'Seriously?'

'What?'

'What if you actually get in a relationship with him and then split up, it's just going to make my life really, really difficult'

'Fine' She snatched the photos that were still firmly in his hand. 'No date, No Peyton Wolf' She announced simply, turning her back to him.

'Okay, okay' He relented instantly. 'I'll get you a date with Julian Baker'

She grinned smugly and turned around with a squeal, stuffing the selection of images in his pocket and patting his cheek. 'You've got yourself a deal then Lucas Scott'