Though it seemed highly inappropriate, the thought of taking Parker up on his offer to speak directly to her hips did resonate with Brooke. She considered standing up from her side of the table and joining him on his side, to see if he would do anything in particular about that newfound closeness. However, the idea was a fleeting one and instead of taking that chance, she returned to her wine glass and continued to nurse it. Leaning back in her chair, Brooke folded one arm over her torso, beneath her bosom, making her cleavage even more apparent due to the way that her arm snagged and tugged at the fabric of her form fitting shirt.<br/><br/>Parker mentioned that he remembered seeing her frequently popping in and out and in the back of her mind, it made her wonder if her consistently unpredictable schedule had interfered with him and her daughter, when they had been together. Of course, Payton had told her that nothing happened and Brooke could tell when she was lying. Hell, anyone could tell when she was lying. She smiled at his comment, chuckling a bit at vague memories of seeing Parker swing by to pick Payton up or stop in to hang out with her momentarily. "I could say the same for you," she dipped her glass toward him, slightly. He seemed like the type who didn't like to stay in one place for too long. And that applied to relationships, as well.<br/><br/>When Parker made sobering eye contact with her to express his condolences for her lack of a sex life, Brooke felt her face grow a little hotter, yet again. He took the opportunity to compliment her, calling her beautiful, then remarking that she shouldn't be alone, and that there were guys out there who would be thrilled at the chance with her. She fought back the urge to snort. And just when she thought about asking, 'yeah, who?' Parker carried on to share a little more about his personal love life, at least as of late. She smirked when he described his experience as a dry spell. Her head tilted and her brow perked, though, when he continued, expressing he thought it might end soon, and he just needed to find the right woman.<br/><br/>"I see." She set her glass down and decided she had eaten enough food. Scooting her chair out a little, Brooke stood from it and stepped over to the counter, carrying her wine glass with her, though it wasn't in need of a refill just yet. "I'm very sorry to hear about your dry spell." She clicked her tongue against her the roof of her mouth and set her glass down, leaning against the counter slightly. "I really hope you do find a woman to change that for you, very soon." She knew that her tone had taken on a more salacious richness as she spoke. "I'd hate for you to be dry for too much longer. I mean, it is so much nicer to be wet, isn't it?" Brooke licked her lips, adding a layer of shine to them, while her hungry eyes locked onto Parker.