“Right!  We should both be celebrating….together.” Parker smiled, watching the way that Brooke’s face lit up, just as it had started to fall.  That look in her eyes, just visible to him with her sunglasses pulled down, had Parker’s heart hammering hard against his ribs, making him feel a bit flushed as blood raced south in a hurry.  To say that Brooke was hot was a complete understatement, and having her react positively to his use of the word ‘date’ opened all kinds of possibilities in his mind.<br/><br/>“I’ll be back as soon as it is done, trust me on that.”  He said as she climbed out of his car and closed the door.  Leaning over her seat, Parker watched each and every sway of Brooke’s hips, the fact that his car still idled there as she walked leaving no illusion that he was enjoying every bit of her show.  “Fuck…” Parker groaned as she finally moved out of sight, the word an expression of appreciation as well as a desire for later.  Shifting his car into drive, Parker pulled out slowly, but once he was out of sight he tore back to the dealership like the devil himself was chasing him.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~​</div><br/>Back at the dealership, Parker was pleased to see the guys working hard on Brooke’s new car.  Luckily, it had been in pretty clean condition anyway, otherwise how would they sell it, so they were just putting on some finishing touches.  Letting the mechanics know he would be taking it himself in an hour, Parker didn’t bother opening up the showroom, instead he headed to the liquor store down the road, where he picked out a good bottle of wine and an even better bottle of champagne.  This was hardly a normal part of the Starr Motors experience, but Parker was not thinking of Brooke as a customer any longer.<br/><br/>With his packages in hand, Parker was thrilled to find the car ready upon his return, and he thanked the guys profusely, going as far as to joke about putting in a good word with the old man for them.  Hopping into Brooke’s car, Parker made the drive back to her place, this time taking it slow and easy to calm his rare nervousness, as well as to make sure the car was in top shape on arrival.<br/><br/>Parking in the stop he had seen her van when he had come to get her daughter (was this weird?), he took a few deep breaths before he climbed out and walked up to Brooke’s condo.  With a bottle of wine in one hand and the champagne in the other, Parker rang the bell and waited, determined not to be nervous.