She asked him to pose nude for her, in her little studio. He's done it before, at her school, in fact, before she was a student there, and he tells her about it,about the professor coldly talking about his body like he couldn't hear him. But for just Eleanor, no professor, Justin is more than willing.

When she's done painting, he cooks lunch in her kitchen. Kira has told everyone in the house about Eleanor's terrible cooking and as much as he loves her, Justin doesn't want to attempt that. While's he's cooking, her phone rings.

She gets off the phone just as he's laying the plates on the counter. "We have to go to this party in Venice with Xtina," she tells him as they eat. "Don't you have exams, Eleanor?" he reminds her. "You sound just like my father, Justin," she says, laughing nervously. He moves in close to her, growlingi n her ear, "No spanking unless you get good grades, Princess." But she promised her friend they'd take her to the party.

Eleanor tells him about her friend's twisted love life, how this party is at an ex-boyfriend's place, one she ditched recently for a new guy. "You watch, she'll sleep with him before we leave the party," Eleanor laughs before they pick Xtina up. And it's true, Xtina does leave them behind immediately to join her friend. Which is fine with Justin. If he has to be at this party, he prefers to be on his own with Eleanor, rather than mingling.

Shortly after the sun sets, some fluffy piece of cotton candy interrupts his time with Eleanor to tell him how ripped his muscles are. She puts his hands on his shoulder as she compliments him & asks where he works out. Her touch makes him feel dirtied, like her hands leave a coating of sticky sugar wherever they land.

Justin shakes her hands off, and tells her he works out at home. The last thing he wants is more attention from people like her. He only wants to be touched by Eleanor, ands he doesn't much like being stared at either, so he stays out of gyms as a general rule. She doesn't get it though, & keeps pressing, telling him where the gym she works at is. "I'd like to take you on a tour around the place, you stop by & ask for me, Dulce," she says, smiling her sugary smile. Justin backs up a step unconsciously, as though skeins of spun pink sugar were going to suddenly fly off her & evelope him.

Justin isn't sure how to shoo this fly, short of telling her to fuck off and leave him & Eleanor alone. He's about to growl something to that effect at her, when Eleanor yanks the girl's hair & slaps her hard on the face, growling, "Back off." Justin watches, awestruck by Eleanor's swing, the fierce gleam in her eye, the snarling curl of her lip, in love with the beauty of her attack.

"Oh my God, you hit me!" the girl cries, and then sneers at Eleanor before she takes off. Justin knows very well exactly how much Eleanor can take, but he's never seen what she could dish out, and he is impressed.