When Parker admitted he had been daydreaming for a moment, Brooke had to peel her gaze away from the scenery to eye him up. The ghost of a smirk played at the edges of her lips, as a part of her thought maybe she had an idea as to what it was he had been distracted thinking about. “Oh, that’s okay.” Brooke couldn’t help thinking about Payton, who she had nicknamed a space cadet long ago, for her habit of being spacey while she was lost in thought.<br/><br/>Parker mentioned the temperature in the car and offered for her to change it depending on her preferences. “I don’t mind a little heat,” she replied, hearing the flirty tone in her own voice. Brooke rested back against her seat, her lashes fluttering behind her sunglasses, a gentle whimper leaving her as she got comfortable. “Mm, I could fall asleep here.” She could, but she wouldn’t. Not when their drive was so short. And not when her company was Parker Starr.<br/><br/>Before long, they were back at the dealership. Brooke unbuckled her seat belt slowly, remembering from the last time she was on a date that sometimes men liked to open doors. But, when Parker jumped out of the car and stood at the doors, waiting for her, she realized he was too young to really think about being a gentleman yet. A smirk crossed her features as she thought about what that could mean in the bedroom, before opening her door and stepping out.<br/><br/>With her purse tucked against her arm, Brooke joined Parker by the walkway. He explained that he’d have to return to playing a salesman, making her brow perk. He asked if she wanted to return to his office to discuss numbers or, if she needed more time to think, he offered to drive her home. Brooke chuckled. “And then would you drive me to gigs, too?” She questioned, obviously joking. “No, I need a car. I need a solution, as quickly as possible.”<br/><br/>Brooke nodded, then turned toward the double doors. “Lead the way to your office, please, Mr. Starr.”