Chapter 6: Chakras

DT's Auto Garage, 10:00AM

"There she is." Leon announced Letty's arrival at the shop the next morning.

"Hey." She passed by everyone, gently squeezing Jesse's arm in greeting as she did so. Letty put her gym bag in the office. When she turned around to leave, she and Dom nearly collided. Reaching out to stop herself from bumping into him, Letty found her hand pressed against his chest. Underneath her fingers, his heart beat a thousand times a minute.

"Sorry," he muttered, stepping around her, effectively moving her hand from his chest.

"Yeah, sorry."

That was the extent of their conversation that day. On several occasions, Dom opened his mouth to comment on whatever dialogue was being tossed back and forth, but stopped himself for some reason. He insisted that they engage in less talk and more work. Things were hectic with Vince gone on the vacation he'd been bragging about for the past month. Dom hoped his best friend was having a great time, because he certainly wasn't. And that brought his thoughts full circle back to Letty. After all, Vince's vacation was the primary reason she'd been hired.

"Dom, you want us to bring you something back from the pizza shop?" Leon asked, he and Jesse standing by the door.

Dom looked up from under radiator he was installing. "Nah, I'm good."

They took their leave and before he turned back to the task at hand, he glanced in the direction of Letty's workspace to see her wiping her hands on a rag. Sighing, he stood to his full height.

"I'm not weak."

Letty closed her eyes and let out a breath through her eyes. She knew this was going to happen. While she would have been more than happy to just forget last night ever happened, it was obvious that they both had some things they needed to get off of their chest.

"And I don't shove my free-thinking down anyone's throat." The brunette crossed her arms. "You don't know anything about me, except that I'm good with cars and I'm on a professional dance team."

"You don't know anything about me either." He mentioned.

"Because you won't let me."

"Look who's talking!"

"You haven't asked anything about me." She countered.

Dom backed down and leaned against the edge of the car. "It's not that easy."

"Why not?"

"Because!"

Letty gave a sarcastic chuckle and switched her attention back to the car she was inspecting. "Whatever."

"That's it? 'Whatever'? End of conversation?"

Standing back up, Letty pressed her hand to her forehead before gesturing randomly. "What else is there to say?"

"Letty, I'm trying to meet you halfway here, so that there's not all of this… tension between us."

"Oh my god, Dom! What do you want me to say? I'm twenty-three. I graduated from high school, did two years of college before I decided that journalism was not where I wanted to be because the entire field of journalism is going to Hell in a hand basket. I watch indie films on Sundays while ignoring my mother's phone calls because she's the person that I least want to talk to… about anything. I'm allergic to peanuts, and shellfish. My brother is one of my best friends because he just gets shit, and I don't like chocolate. Happy?"

Dom stood there, stunned for a few moments. Truth be told, he wasn't happy. He wasn't pleased. And he didn't feel the relief he thought he'd feel once he learned about her. It made him like her all the more. And that was an emotion he could not allow himself. Not while he was still with Elena, and he was still with Elena, despite her texts that morning telling him to go fuck himself. If he knew her, he knew she'd be calling or texting him within the next few hours asking him to come over.

"My best friend is Vince, with Leon in a close second. Jesse is like my little brother and I always feel protective of him. My dad named this shop DT's because along with my birth, he knew this shop would be his baby too. I don't watch indie films. Instead I spend my Sundays watching marathons of Top Gear: UK so that I can try to understand why the hell people actually like foreign cars. I'm twenty-six and I'm in a relationship with a woman who doesn't know if she wants to be hot or cold. And it wasn't until some mean woman with a flat tire waltzed into my garage that I started to question why I was even in this relationship."

Letty inhaled sharply and her eyelids fluttered. Her brain processed his rushed confession and tried to come up with an appropriate response. In a shaky voice, she got as far as "We can't do—", before Leon and Jesse walked back into the shop, bearing lunch. So, the two turned away from each other and back to their work.

The rest of the week went by without a hitch; mostly because Letty was avoiding Dom at all costs. She made sure she was never alone with him in the shop. It was easier at the games and after practice because Dom was forced to stand by Elena's side and look handsome while she gave commands and shot snarky comments Letty's way.

By Sunday, Letty welcomed the quiet peace of her apartment. This was normal, and safe. She laid in bed for an extra hour, lazily swiping through her phone. She responded to a few of Mia's texts about Nico and then tossed the device onto her nightstand. Letty took a long, hot shower, washing away the entire week. When she was through, she applauded herself for only thinking about Dom Toretto twice. Back in the comfort of her bedroom, Letty hopped back into bed and reached for her ringing phone.

"What?" She answered, not bothering to look at the screen. Everyone knew not to bother her on her sacred Sundays.

"And here I thought you'd be happy to hear from me."

"Owen?" Good Lord, his accent sounded even sexier over the phone.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Of course not. What's up?"

"I know today is your stay in bed and forget the world day so I'll make this quick. I'll be in LA on business the week after next and it'd be lovely to, uh, catch up with you."

Letty smirked. His timing couldn't have been better. This was the perfect opportunity to forget about Dom's carelessly uttered remarks. "I'd like that. Let me know when you're in town."

"I will."

And with that, they both hung up. Letty turned her phone on silent and put it back on her nightstand. She laid against the pillows and reminisced on the fun she and Luke had together. He'd brought out the even wilder side of her. He was a major funder for London Fashion Week and the moment he saw Letty step into his runway tent, he knew he had to have her, even if it was only for five or so days. They'd had sex pretty much anywhere they wanted, including backstage during a Carolina Herrera fashion show, and in the back of his limo. It was the one insane affair that Letty ever had.

Trailing her right hand up her smooth, warm thigh, Letty slipped her hand under towel and between her legs. Closing her eyes, she remembered the things she allowed Owen to do to her.

In a hotel room, Letty raised her right leg onto Owen's shoulder as he bore forward, deeper into her heat. They groaned their pleasure in unison as they began a frantic pace. Twenty minutes was all they had. Six of which would be used to clean themselves up, so Letty could head back downstairs to meet Mia for lunch.

"Fuck," she moaned, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust.

"You feel amazing wrapped so tightly around my cock."

The brunette groaned again. For the love of God, that accent was an aphrodisiac in itself. She swore she could come just by listening to him talk. And he knew it.

"I'm going to make you hurt so good, you'll feel me every time you move." He licked two of his fingers and shoved them between their joined bodies. Pressing them firmly against her clit, Owen rubbed furiously in time to the thrusts of his hips. She could feel her orgasm approaching quickly. And he felt it too; the fluttering of her walls were a dead giveaway.

"Oh god!"

"That's it, Letty. Give it up to me."

Just then, as fantasy Letty opened her eyes to look at Owen's face, it was replaced by Dom's. And she couldn't stop. She was so close. Her mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes squeezed shut as the brunette flew over that very blissful cliff into oblivion.

When she caught her breath and realized what just happened, Letty shouted to the ceiling, "Fuck you, Dom!

Indie films would have to wait, she needed to go punch something.