It never occured to Parker to open Brooke’s door, although that would have given him a great view, and it was an old trick in the salesman’s handbook.  The truth was he had gotten quite a few good looks already, and with the levels of distraction her amazing body was giving him, it was probably best he didn’t make things any….harder on himself.  In spite of that, Parker could not help but watch as the older woman sauntered to the doors, his grin appearing at her declaration that there was a sale to be made.<br/><br/>“Oh no, you get to call me Parker.”  He laughed, opening the glass doors to a breeze of air conditioned air and waiting for her to walk through before following.  “I have to be the formal one and stick to Ms. Summers.  Believe when I say that was firmly drilled into me when I started.” He continued, blissfully unaware of his terminology.<br/><br/>Passing into the showroom, Parker was met with a departing Sam, the older and overweight gentleman’s eyes immediately taking in another drink of Brooke’s taut form.  “I was just going to lock up, Parker.  I guess I will leave it to you?” He asked, still a little grumpy.  “I’ve got it, Sam.  You head on home.”  The younger man replied, as he breezed past towards the offices in the back, not giving the man another thought, other than noting in the back of his mind that Brooke and he would be alone in the dealership now.<br/><br/>Pausing at the door to his office, Parker once more indicated for Brooke to proceed him.  Parker’s office was stereotypical of the norm, a small room with one wall all glass facing the showroom, a pair of comfortable chairs for customers and a large monitor for his computer set off to one side so as not to obstruct discussion, and more importantly, signing forms.  “Please, have a seat.  Can I get you anything?  Water, coffee?” He asked, wishing he had something stronger.  After getting Brooke whatever she wanted, Parker sat behind his desk and immediately started typing away.<br/><br/>“Alrighty, here is what we have for that car.”  Parker said, turning his monitor on it's swivel and showing Brooke a number, but likely one she wouldn’t be excited about.  “But, well, I think there are a few things I can do for you.”  Parker grinned, swinging the monitor back.  Quickly tapping away, he lowered the price to the bottom of his margins, then added in a rebate he probably shouldn’t give, and for fun, another discount nearly matching his employee one.  The dealership wouldn’t be LOSING money on the car, but they really wouldn’t make very much either. Still, they’d have to be happy just moving something off the lot.<br/><br/>“Ok, Ms. Summers, how does this look?”  He asked, turning the monitor once again, this time with a significantly reduced price.  “I’ll admit I am a little out on a limb here, but I think we’ve a bit of history that will let me get away with it.  Plus, something tells me you deserve it.”