Florencio made me get dressed back in my own clothes.

I reluctantly took off his clothes and threw them in his closet.

Back in his borrowed car he told me we were going to the auto shop to get his car.

I rolled my eyes. "You're still bringing that up?"

He nodded. "Yes. You dented my car and didn't even leave a note."

I hit him. "You shoved me in your car that night, remember? And I was in your...house last night. Do you still want a note?"

He grinned. "Would be nice."

"You're unbelievable," I muttered. Even though I was slightly annoyed, I reached into the glove compartment. I found an old envelope and a pen.

He glanced at me.

"A note for your petty ass." I smiled when he glared at me.

I leaned forward to have a hard surface to write on.

Parker Rose. My number is 346... and my address is...

I handed him the note and as he read it his face crossed with an expression I didn't understand.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He shook his head and shoved the note in his pocket. "Nothing," he said gruffly.

I dismissed his rude attitude and turned on the radio.

Florencio drove faster and it made me hold on to my seat. He was also texting on his phone again.

"I won't have my name plastered on an article of a texting and driving accident," I told him and he rolled his eyes.

"What are you gonna do? Shove my phone in your underwear?" His words were oddly harsh.

I crossed my arms and leaned back in my seat. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" And just because I was annoyed I muttered, "freak."

I don't know why he was being so mean. I also don't know what I was expecting from this man. I had gotten attached too quickly and was expecting too much. I felt angry with myself. How could I let this happen?

I was suddenly filled with panic and humiliation. "I want to go home," I said hurriedly.

Florencio gave me a weird look. "We're going there and then you're gonna get dressed for the dinner tonight."

"I-I can't." I felt so stupid. He was probably laughing at me on the inside about how a naive girl was letting him have his way with her.

He pulled into the auto shop. "Why not?"

"Why do you want me to go with you?" I asked, my breathing started to pick up. "You don't need me." And I don't need you. I should be at home, sending my mom fake updates about going out.

Florencio's jaw clenched. He looked frustrated. "Just come with me."

"My moms at home waiting," I lied.

He smiled slightly. "As I recall, no one was at your house."

Mad, I took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car, slamming the door shut. I walked into the auto shop and was grateful to see Danny sitting at the front desk. He got up to greet me.

"Parker, right?" He asked with a kind smile.

"Yes. Nice to see you again." I accepted the hug he offered.

"I'll get the car for you right now, pretty lady."

I laughed softly. "Thanks." I handed him back the keys.

When I heard a bell ring loudly and a door slam, I knew Florencio had walked in. He grabbed my waist from behind and pulled me to his hard body.

He's using you, Parker. How could you fall for his tricks?

I felt his warm breath on my neck, I melted into him.

"Honey," he hushed against my skin. I almost let my head fall back. When he kissed my neck softly it did.

"Hey!" Danny said when he walked back into the shop. "Cars out front."

Florencio released me and I was gasping for air. I quickly followed him out of the shop.

Florencio was already in his black car when I got outside. His car door was perfect again. I got in.

When he started driving and we were almost to my house I blurted, "are you using me? Because if you are, I never want to see you again."

I should've said this regardless if he was using me. He wasn't good for me.

"Parker," he said softly. He grabbed my hand and kissed each finger. He bit the tip of my ring finger gently and I gasped. "You're too sweet for me."

My jaw was clenched so tightly it was starting to hurt. "You basically just drink the bottle of coffee creamer every morning." I took a deep breath. "I'm just bitter."

He grinned and squeezed my hand so hard it started to sting. "Never."

He didn't let go of my hand until we got to my house.

I got out of the car as fast as I could and unlocked the door. Florencio followed me in.

I practically ran to my room. I shut the door and called Gina.

She was laughing when she picked up. "Peter! Agh! Hey, Parker. What's up?"

"Oh," I said, embarrassed I called her when she was with Peter. "Are you busy? I can call later."

"I'm never too busy for you! Peter go eat or something. Get your hands off of me." I heard Peter laugh and some footsteps.

"So," Gina said, dragging out the O. "How's life, sexy?"

I laughed. "It's been okay. My moms gone and I actually feel better she's not here. Is that wrong?"

"Not at all! I mean, no offensive, but your mom is so...distant." She said this carefully.

I rolled my eyes. "I know. She hasn't even texted me saying she got there safe or anything."

She hummed. "Well, if you ever need some motherly love, come to my house. You know my mom will fatten you up with food and affection."

"Maybe I'll just live with you," I muttered and started to take off my clothes.

"Totally! There's a spare room my mom uses for her 'gym' but I know she only goes in there and does two squats and calls it a day."

"Maybe we can just get bunk beds," I told her, laughing.

"You know what? That sounds better. Like literally, Parker, leave home one day and come live with me. Your mom won't even notice." After she said this, it stung a little bit, but I laughed it off.

"Probably." I was about to unhook my bra when Florencio walked in.

He leaned against the door frame, staring at me. "Beautiful," he murmured.

My face was burning. I grabbed the blanket off my bed and wrapped it around myself.

"Who's there?" Gina gasped. "Is it that boy you slept with? Oh, wait never mind. I mean the boy you watched a 'movie' with. Seriously, if you've done anything with this hottie, I won't judge."

Florencio's shoulders were shaking with silent laughter. He started to look through my jewelry box, closet and drawers.

"Gina," I hissed. "God, you're like an embarrassing mom."

"So he's there? In your room? Naughty girl."

"Oh my god!" I had my hand pressed against my forehead. "I have to go."

"Hey, you called me," she pointed out.

"And now I'm hanging up. Bye." I hung up. I looked at Florencio who was holding something in his hands.

He turned around and I recognized it as the lingerie I bought.

I felt dirty as he stared at, touching. "I remember how you looked in this."

"You should knock before you enter someone's bedroom," I informed him, standing up. My grip on the blanket around me tightened.

"I can't," he said quietly. "Not when you're in here, like this."

He put my lingerie back in my drawer and snapped it shut.

I walked to him and he grabbed the blanket and pulled me to him roughly.

The blanket was pulled from my hands and would've fallen off my body if I wasn't pressed against him.

The blanket was around my waist and my chest was against his.

"I'm still not going." I shuttered against him.

His hands ran up my sides. His thumbs gently touched the underwire of my thin bra and then higher.

My breath hitched. "Florencio, please."

"Come with me, please." He dragged his eyes up from my body to my eyes. "I'm asking."

His thumbs pressed harder and I jumped against him. Something tightened in my stomach.

His eyes were transfixed on my face, watching my reactions to his hands.

A low sound escaped my lips as he continued to touch. Press, swirl.

I had no chance but to put my hands on his shoulders. I was about to fall over.

"Wear purple for me," he whispered huskily. "Please, Parker." His breathing was slightly off.

"O-okay," I managed to get out. I whimpered as his thumb slipped under my cup. He stopped himself before he touched me.

Overwhelmed from the pleasure he gave me, I leaned into him and rested my cheek on his shoulder.

His hands came up behind me, messing with the hooks on my bra.

"I can't tell you how much I want to take this off." He unhooked one. I held my breath. He hooked it again.

I peeled myself away from him somehow.

"I need to change," I said quietly. He didn't look at me as he left the room.