"So? Are you going to fill me in, or what?"
Rachel looked up from her computer, and saw Marci standing in the doorway. She smiled, and pushed herself away from her desk.
"Tell you about what?" Rachel asked, coyly. Marci rolled her eyes, and plopped down in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk.
"Don't act like an idiot. I want details, and I want good details. None of that evasive bullshit." Marci said. She crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair, ready for a good story.
Rachel smiled, and then began to recall the events of the last three days. Even she couldn't believe how wonderfully things had turned out.
Saturday night, at Race Wars, Leon had introduced her the DT crew. Dominic, or Dom, Toretto's crew. Basically a bunch of racers, who fixed up cars, and won some serious cash. Dom, Letty, Jesse, Vince, and Dom's sister Mia. They had actually warmed up to Rachel. Letty had even made the comment that she initially thought that Rachel was just another racer rat whore, which was obviously not the case. They had all congregated around the cars, and when they found out Rachel was not into cars, they had a good laugh. When Dom went to race a sadly lacking competitor, Leon had positioned Rachel so that her back rested against his chest. He had to talk in her ear, because of the noise from the crowd, and Rachel remembered how his breath had caused tremors to rocket through her body. Dom had of course won the race. The group had planned to stay around for the party at night, but it turned out to be pretty lame, so packing up everything, they went to the Toretto house.
A wild night had ensued. Loud music, lots of beer, lots of people. It had been insane. Rachel had never, ever thought she would be at a party like that in her entire life. Leon had brought out her wild side, that was for sure. She had drank, and gotten drunk, but she had so much fun. Letty, Mia, and Rachel had challenged Vince, Dom and Leon to a game of pool, and although they lost, it had been fun. Leon would lean over Rachel when she was trying to shoot, and whisper in her ear.
When they were done playing pool, Leon had dragged her over to a darker corner, and when they weren't making out, they were talking about themselves. Rachel learned more about Leon, and vice versa. Rachel did know that Leon was definitely a great kisser. She could still feel his lips on hers. The way he would do no more than caress her lips, then change up to a hungry, all consuming kiss. When he had pulled the hem of her tank up, she had allowed him access to her breasts. But when his hand had dipped just inside the waist of her jeans, she had stopped him. She had told him that she didn't want to go that far, especially this soon, and he had told her that it was fine. He had told her that she was beautiful, and how good she tasted, and that she felt so good against him.
Eventually, they had all passed out. Rachel had fallen asleep with her head propped on Leon's chest on one of the couch's available. It had been so sweet, and to Rachel so very romantic. The next morning, after saying goodbyes, she drove home, only to have Leon call her, and invite her to an impromptu barbeque at Dom's house.
"So, you guys did a lot of making out, but you didn't fuck, right?" Marci asked. Rachel rolled her eyes, and grabbed a folder out of her in box.
"Ya know, Marci, not everyone has to fuck someone the first day or night they meet them." Rachel said. Marci snorted.
"So, when do you see him again?" Marci asked.
"Well, probably on Thursday. He wants to take me to this great Italian restaurant."
"So what I want to know is why this guy? I mean, it's so weird Rachel. You are like a completely different person."
"Well.I honestly don't know. I mean. You know me. I date business type guys, and than total reversal. I am seeing a guy who wears pants that are far to big, wears basketball jerseys, and has tattoos. He races cars, too, for God's sake!" Rachel said. She leaned back in her chair, and frowned.
"I was talking to my mom. She said, eventually even the good girl needs to get a bad boy, and take him for a test drive. Which, coming from my mom was completely gross, but I guess it kind of makes sense. She said it was a phase. I hope not."
"You hope not? Why?" Marci asked, leaned forward. Rachel bit her lip, and looked at her friend, then raised her eyebrows.
"I think I really like this guy, Marci. I mean really like him." Marci's eyes widened.
"Bullshit. What the hell are you talking about, Rachel. You don't know this guy, and already, you are telling me you think you might love this guy? Okay, there is something wrong with you. I think you need some counseling." Rachel laughed.
"I didn't say I loved him.yet. But I just feel this super strong connection with him. I am not going to say it's love, but I am just going to say that I like being around him. I like how I feel when I am with him. I just feel.empowered? I don't know. But I feel I can do things, that I never thought I could before."
Marci nodded her head.
"You are just in need of a good fuck. When that's out of the way, you will realize you just desperate." Marci said, laughing. Rachel shot her pen at her.
"So, lunch?" Marci asked. Rachel nodded.
"So, what did you do today?" Rachel asked, sipping her red wine. Leon smiled.
"Busy. Got a new car in, that needs a major overhaul.that means, it needs a lot of work." He said, winking. Rachel smiled.
Rachel looked around the restaurant the were in. It was dimly lit, to offer a romantic setting. Paintings of Italy lined the stucco walls, and soft music streamed through the sound system.
"My mom and dad were planning on opening an Italian restaurant, but never got around to doing it. They opted to just travel the world instead." Rachel said.
"I would love to do that. I can remember my grandparents talking about Italy, and wanted to eventually go back, but they never go the chance. My folks did though. Ever been back to the mother land?" Leon joked. Rachel laughed.
"No, but maybe someday." Leon reached over and grabbed Rachel's hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.
"You look fantastic tonight." He said. Rachel had taken her time picking out her outfit for tonight. She had opted for a somewhat tight, black spaghetti strapped dress, that flared out above her knees. She had left her hair curly, and when Leon had seen it, he had smiled.
"I like your hair curly. I mean, it was sexy straight, but curly, damn. Very sexy." He said. Rachel smiled, and pushed her hair over her shoulder.
"Well thank you. You look great tonight too. Very handsome." Rachel murmured. He was wearing a pair of black pants with a crisp white shirt. It was slightly tight fitting, so it hugged his chest nicely, showing off the muscles underneath. Rachel knew he had a sexy chest, because she had seen it and felt it Saturday night. She blushed slightly, when she thought about it.
They ate their meals, talking in hushed voices. Rachel couldn't help but smile the whole evening. She knew that there was definitely a strong chemistry between the two of them.
When they left, and got into Leon's car, she wondered what was in store next. She couldn't help but ask herself if having sex this early in their relationship would be a bad move. She did know that she desperately wanted to. It seemed eons ago since she had last had sex.
"So I was thinking that maybe we could either go back to the house.or to yours. Or if not, then maybe go get a drink?" Leon said. He turned on the ignition, and turned down the radio, so that Rachel could respond.
Time to make the big decision. Rachel took a deep breath. She turned slightly in her seat to face him.
"Uh.we could go back to my place. It's a little bit more private there." Rachel said. She averted her eyes, not wanting to show how nervous she was.
"Let's do it then." He said, and threw the car into gear.
Rachel looked up from her computer, and saw Marci standing in the doorway. She smiled, and pushed herself away from her desk.
"Tell you about what?" Rachel asked, coyly. Marci rolled her eyes, and plopped down in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk.
"Don't act like an idiot. I want details, and I want good details. None of that evasive bullshit." Marci said. She crossed her legs, and leaned back in her chair, ready for a good story.
Rachel smiled, and then began to recall the events of the last three days. Even she couldn't believe how wonderfully things had turned out.
Saturday night, at Race Wars, Leon had introduced her the DT crew. Dominic, or Dom, Toretto's crew. Basically a bunch of racers, who fixed up cars, and won some serious cash. Dom, Letty, Jesse, Vince, and Dom's sister Mia. They had actually warmed up to Rachel. Letty had even made the comment that she initially thought that Rachel was just another racer rat whore, which was obviously not the case. They had all congregated around the cars, and when they found out Rachel was not into cars, they had a good laugh. When Dom went to race a sadly lacking competitor, Leon had positioned Rachel so that her back rested against his chest. He had to talk in her ear, because of the noise from the crowd, and Rachel remembered how his breath had caused tremors to rocket through her body. Dom had of course won the race. The group had planned to stay around for the party at night, but it turned out to be pretty lame, so packing up everything, they went to the Toretto house.
A wild night had ensued. Loud music, lots of beer, lots of people. It had been insane. Rachel had never, ever thought she would be at a party like that in her entire life. Leon had brought out her wild side, that was for sure. She had drank, and gotten drunk, but she had so much fun. Letty, Mia, and Rachel had challenged Vince, Dom and Leon to a game of pool, and although they lost, it had been fun. Leon would lean over Rachel when she was trying to shoot, and whisper in her ear.
When they were done playing pool, Leon had dragged her over to a darker corner, and when they weren't making out, they were talking about themselves. Rachel learned more about Leon, and vice versa. Rachel did know that Leon was definitely a great kisser. She could still feel his lips on hers. The way he would do no more than caress her lips, then change up to a hungry, all consuming kiss. When he had pulled the hem of her tank up, she had allowed him access to her breasts. But when his hand had dipped just inside the waist of her jeans, she had stopped him. She had told him that she didn't want to go that far, especially this soon, and he had told her that it was fine. He had told her that she was beautiful, and how good she tasted, and that she felt so good against him.
Eventually, they had all passed out. Rachel had fallen asleep with her head propped on Leon's chest on one of the couch's available. It had been so sweet, and to Rachel so very romantic. The next morning, after saying goodbyes, she drove home, only to have Leon call her, and invite her to an impromptu barbeque at Dom's house.
"So, you guys did a lot of making out, but you didn't fuck, right?" Marci asked. Rachel rolled her eyes, and grabbed a folder out of her in box.
"Ya know, Marci, not everyone has to fuck someone the first day or night they meet them." Rachel said. Marci snorted.
"So, when do you see him again?" Marci asked.
"Well, probably on Thursday. He wants to take me to this great Italian restaurant."
"So what I want to know is why this guy? I mean, it's so weird Rachel. You are like a completely different person."
"Well.I honestly don't know. I mean. You know me. I date business type guys, and than total reversal. I am seeing a guy who wears pants that are far to big, wears basketball jerseys, and has tattoos. He races cars, too, for God's sake!" Rachel said. She leaned back in her chair, and frowned.
"I was talking to my mom. She said, eventually even the good girl needs to get a bad boy, and take him for a test drive. Which, coming from my mom was completely gross, but I guess it kind of makes sense. She said it was a phase. I hope not."
"You hope not? Why?" Marci asked, leaned forward. Rachel bit her lip, and looked at her friend, then raised her eyebrows.
"I think I really like this guy, Marci. I mean really like him." Marci's eyes widened.
"Bullshit. What the hell are you talking about, Rachel. You don't know this guy, and already, you are telling me you think you might love this guy? Okay, there is something wrong with you. I think you need some counseling." Rachel laughed.
"I didn't say I loved him.yet. But I just feel this super strong connection with him. I am not going to say it's love, but I am just going to say that I like being around him. I like how I feel when I am with him. I just feel.empowered? I don't know. But I feel I can do things, that I never thought I could before."
Marci nodded her head.
"You are just in need of a good fuck. When that's out of the way, you will realize you just desperate." Marci said, laughing. Rachel shot her pen at her.
"So, lunch?" Marci asked. Rachel nodded.
"So, what did you do today?" Rachel asked, sipping her red wine. Leon smiled.
"Busy. Got a new car in, that needs a major overhaul.that means, it needs a lot of work." He said, winking. Rachel smiled.
Rachel looked around the restaurant the were in. It was dimly lit, to offer a romantic setting. Paintings of Italy lined the stucco walls, and soft music streamed through the sound system.
"My mom and dad were planning on opening an Italian restaurant, but never got around to doing it. They opted to just travel the world instead." Rachel said.
"I would love to do that. I can remember my grandparents talking about Italy, and wanted to eventually go back, but they never go the chance. My folks did though. Ever been back to the mother land?" Leon joked. Rachel laughed.
"No, but maybe someday." Leon reached over and grabbed Rachel's hand, rubbing his thumb across the back of it.
"You look fantastic tonight." He said. Rachel had taken her time picking out her outfit for tonight. She had opted for a somewhat tight, black spaghetti strapped dress, that flared out above her knees. She had left her hair curly, and when Leon had seen it, he had smiled.
"I like your hair curly. I mean, it was sexy straight, but curly, damn. Very sexy." He said. Rachel smiled, and pushed her hair over her shoulder.
"Well thank you. You look great tonight too. Very handsome." Rachel murmured. He was wearing a pair of black pants with a crisp white shirt. It was slightly tight fitting, so it hugged his chest nicely, showing off the muscles underneath. Rachel knew he had a sexy chest, because she had seen it and felt it Saturday night. She blushed slightly, when she thought about it.
They ate their meals, talking in hushed voices. Rachel couldn't help but smile the whole evening. She knew that there was definitely a strong chemistry between the two of them.
When they left, and got into Leon's car, she wondered what was in store next. She couldn't help but ask herself if having sex this early in their relationship would be a bad move. She did know that she desperately wanted to. It seemed eons ago since she had last had sex.
"So I was thinking that maybe we could either go back to the house.or to yours. Or if not, then maybe go get a drink?" Leon said. He turned on the ignition, and turned down the radio, so that Rachel could respond.
Time to make the big decision. Rachel took a deep breath. She turned slightly in her seat to face him.
"Uh.we could go back to my place. It's a little bit more private there." Rachel said. She averted her eyes, not wanting to show how nervous she was.
"Let's do it then." He said, and threw the car into gear.