Brooke flashed a coy smirk in Parker’s direction when he mentioned the pick up in the car. Something told her that he knew an awful lot about how to pick up models. She almost made that comment, but when she said it to herself in her mind, she realized that the innuendo lost meaning and it seemed as if she was trying too hard to steer their conversation back into flirty territory.<br/><br/>Preferring for the flirtation to happen naturally, if it even happened at all once she signed her name on the dotted line, so to speak, Brooke left it alone. Brooke took them for a quick spin and before they got too far, she pulled them over and posed (literally) a question. Parker shook his head, admitting that the vehicle she was driving didn’t feel like ‘her.’ He decided she would look better with a fancy foreign sports car.<br/><br/>She giggled at his comment about how she didn’t quite look right in the old Volkswagen bus, either. He then complimented her and the flattery made her flush slightly. “I’m sure you say that to all of the women you’re trying to sell cars to,” she humbly stated, though she was hopeful that he would prove her wrong on that front. Even though she knew it was unlikely that Parker didn’t flirt in order to sell cars to women. After all, he was very charming for someone his age.<br/><br/>Shifting the car into park, Brooke unbuckled the seat belt, slowly guiding it over her chest, where her summery top clung to her in all the best ways and revealed an abundance of cleavage. Once the seat belt returned to its proper place, she twisted to face him a little better as he reminded her about the backseat. A mischievous smirk stretched over her face. “As much as I would like to break it in,” she paused to perk a brow at Parker, “it’s not my car yet.”<br/><br/>Brooke licked her lips briefly. “But, we can look at the back.” She agreed, opening the driver’s side door and stepping out onto the street, only to walk to the back and prop that door open. She bent and slid into the seat, shutting the door closed afterward. “Oh, it is roomy back here,” she mentioned, sounding surprised. Her long legs stretched out in front of her a little, as she folded one over the other.<br/><br/>“As far as the other things you mentioned,” she wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “I have no idea what I’m looking at when it comes to the stuff under the hood.” Her shoulders shrugged and she laughed at herself. “And yes, I realize I’m the perfect customer to rip off because I know basically nothing about cars.” She tilted her head and looked into his eyes a little more intently.<br/><br/>“But, I have faith that you won’t rip me off, Parker.” Her voice dropped to a bit of a whisper and she reached over to pat his thigh, to emphasize her point. Or so it seemed, however, when her hand lingered on his thigh, it became less certain.