Kate:

"So where are you goin' tonight?" Hailey asked sitting on the front counter. Where I was prepping the next exhibit.

"Uh home, why do you ask?" Did she really expect me to go out with that mad man running around?

"Really, cause that Lamborghini says other wise." She jabbed her thumb at the door, and there in all its wax coated glory was Bruce's Lamborghini.

"You got to be kidding me." I groaned and let my head thump on my desk.

"He sure is persistent." Hailey laughed when I glared at her.

"I don't answer his calls, ignore his texts, he even tweeted me on twitter!"

"Ha, what was he 'ladiesman217'."

"Oh shut up, Hailey."

"You never know, you probably can get Mr. Casanova over there to get you that Camaro." I was about to argue some more but suddenly a little light bulb clicked on.

"O' god your not, Kate?"

"Hailey you are a genius, I should listen to you more often." I got up and headed for the door.

"No, no don't listen me, Kate get back here." I heard Hailey call after me.

"Wayne I know you're in there roll down your window." I said when I reached the expensive gas-guzzler.

"Hello Kate fancy meeting you hear." He said smirking.

"Cut the bull shit Wayne, and lets get to the point."

"And the point would be?" He arched one of his eyebrows.

"You won't stop pestering me, I'm sick of it!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." His smirk formed into full out a smug grin.

"Ugh I can't deal with this!" I know I was being ridiculous but this guy was getting on my nerves. "Listen I have a deal for ya one we both can enjoy."

"Really now and what will that be?" Bruce eyes seemed to have a mischievous glint in them.

" I will go on about five dates with you in and I get something in exchange."

"Alright what is it you want for these dates?"

"A yellow Camaro with black racing stripes."

"New or classic?" Bruce asked surprising me.

"New and a custom tag too."

"Let me 'BBEE', yes I watch it to, Kate"

"Fine do we have a deal?" I stuck out my hand.

"Yes we do." He took my hand softly kissed it.

"All right then I-" I had tried to back away from the car but Bruce held tight to my hand.

"Well aren't you going to get in?" He let go of my hand and open the passenger car door for me.

"But I have to close up and…"

"It's your Camaro." His voice coated in arrogance.