I'm not a fucking idiot. I know that you catch more bees with honey than you do with vinegar. I'll be the best damn beekeeper in the state if I keep this up.

Sitting on his desk, I may as well have been sitting in his lap. The way he looked at me, hungry like the wolf he claims to be, he was eating right out of the palm of my hand. Blink your lashes a few times and pretend to be sweet... men are predictable. They all like the same stuff. I wanted to see how far I could push things- pretty far if you ask me.

I'm about to go on a shopping spree and he's going to pay for it.

He said I could go wherever I wanted, just not alone. Okay, then I want to go to my house.

We pull up in a blacked out Mercedes SUV and I'm pretty sure every eye in the neighborhood is on us. Rod clears the house like he's the fucking FBI and Brick sits in the car with me, making sure I don't escape.

The house is empty. Joey's working with my dad. Dakon is off with his summer group. Crystal is God only knows where.

I step into clean underwear and pull on a black maxi dress. Grabbing my hairbrush and toothbrush, I feel better about the day already. Looking around my tiny room one last time, I realize there really isn't much else for me to take.

Hesitating at the front door, I want to run back in and leave a note. I don't though. What's more painful than knowing I'm gone? Knowing I came home and they weren't here to see it.

The ride is silent. When I thought I was buying my own clothes, I planned to go to Wal-Mart. Since it's his money, though, I've decided we're going to the mall.

Our first stop is Victoria's Secret. It's the only place I know for over priced underwear. The guys follow me in and I freeze. "You aren't going to watch me shop for this stuff," I say hotly.

They both snort at the same time, like they've rehearsed it.

Rod flicks his hand. "Do you think we're going to give you his credit card and just let you run around?"

Actually, yes. I guess that is what I thought, because I didn't really think about it at all.

"Fine," I say, grabbing a bag. Walking over to a drawer of panties, size Medium, I pull it open and shove the entire contents into the bag. Then, walking to a section of bras, I pull down all the 32 Cs and dump them into my now overflowing basket.

"All ready," I sneer.

"You're crazy," Brick laughs as he hands over the card to the cashier.

She looks at us like we're all nuts when she rings up fifty pairs of panties.

As the day goes on, I realize why so many women like shopping. When you have money, it's fun. The only place I've ever gone in and picked out anything I wanted was the library.

Rod volunteers to take the bags out to the car and I see Brick roll his eyes, annoyed he didn't think of it first. He stops for a cinnamon sugar pretzel and gets us both a lemonade. "Where to next?" he asks, dispassionately.

We hit up MAC for some new makeup, Zara and Abercrombie for a whole new wardrobe, and Steve Madden for new shoes. I try on nothing and buy anything that looks even remotely interesting.