By the time she reached her front door, Brooke knew that she had laid it on very thick for Parker. There was no denying that she was playing with fire. Not only was Parker the salesman who had just sold her a new car, but he was also her daughter’s ex boyfriend. They had just agreed to a date and although Brooke still couldn’t be certain that this wasn’t just Parker’s typical treatment for all of his customers.<br/><br/>Maybe Brooke was getting the special treatment because they both had Payton in common. Or maybe she was getting the VIP treatment because Parker found her attractive and wanted to see just how far things would progress between them. She glanced over her shoulder to watch him pull away, before fetching her keys out of her bag and opening her condo door. She let out a sigh, pressing her back against the door to close it and lock it behind her.<br/><br/>After freshening up, Brooke thought about preparing something to eat, but knew that if she wanted to keep Parker around for any length of time, that she shouldn’t waste her time cooking anything, for both of their sake. Going to her phone, she pulled up her most trusted app and began searching for nearby restaurants to order from.<br/><br/>“Hm, Italian food is always a winner, right?” She muttered to herself. Thumbing through the menu, she ordered two pasta dishes, a side of garlic bread sticks and an appetizer plate of calamari. Hopefully he was a fan of either chicken Parmesan or ravioli. The screen on her smartphone shifted to a tracker, which told her that the driver would likely arrive in about 45 minutes.<br/><br/>She thought about changing her outfit but decided that would change the mood a little. And this was a careful balancing act already, honestly. She wanted to do her best to keep it from being ruined. Sprawling out on the couch and flipping through the channels on the TV, Brooke thought about a glass of wine but decided to wait for Parker.<br/><br/>Just as she started to get into an episode of Sex and the City, the doorbell rang. She sprang up from the couch and walked over to the door, opening it expectantly. She leaned against the door as it swiveled open for Parker, resting her free hand on her accentuated hip. “Well, hello again.” She coyly remarked, glancing between his hands to see the bottles he brought along.<br/><br/>“Oh, what’s this?” She inquired, gesturing for him to come inside. When he stepped in, she shut the door behind him and locked it, then held out her hands in an offer to take the bottles. “It really feels like a celebration now,” she said with a wide grin, walking toward the kitchen. “Let’s get those open.” She pulled a bottle opener out, then took two large wine glasses from the cabinet.<br/><br/>“Which one will you have to start?” She inquired, thinking to open that bottle first. “Oh, before I forget,” she knew she was talking a lot and part of it may have been due to nerves, but also, she didn’t want to forget what she was about to say. “I ordered dinner. I hope you like Italian food.”