Letty's POV:

"You don't think it's too provocative?" I asked Mia, staring down at my outfit, consisting of a low-cut black tank and a tiny black leather mini, that just grazed under my ass.

To top it off, my black knee-high boots and the right amount of plain silver jewellery.

"Yeah it is...but that's ok...all the guys'll like it," Mia snickered, looking Letty over. "And me?" She spun around happily, thrusting her chest out at Letty.

I rolled my eyes at her and looked in the mirror, happy at what I saw. My hair hungin loose, dark waves around my face and my lips glittered with gloss. I looked good.

"Ha!" Mia crowed. "Who's Miss Penthouse now, Hooters?!" she teased, pinching my waist.

I ignored her, but blushed slightly.

"Planning to turn a few heads tonight?" I asked her, slipping my money and lip gloss into the tiny pocket on my skirt.

Mia smiled proudly, slapping my ass as we started out the door. "You remember Juan? From school?" she asked as we reached the top landing.

I nodded absentmindedly as we descended the stairs, my thoughts only on one thing...

"Holy shit!" Vince called subtley as we reached the bottom. "Who the fuck are you two" he demanded, whistling his appreciation. Leon just punched his shoulder.

I gave him the finger and rolled my eyes. "Ready to go?"

Mia laughed at Vince, poking her tongue out as she swept past him.

"He's gonna be there tonight..." she whispered in my ear, hugging my waist with one arm as we approached Vince's car.

I smiled, a smile only Mia would pick up and I heard Vince pull the door closed. I slipped into the back of the Maxima and we were at the club in no time, and even faster, I passed off as 18 without so much as a second glance.

"This place is awesome!" I shouted to Leon over the throbbing bass hurtling from the speakers, my eyes scanning the crowd for Dom.

Leon grinned, resting his hand on my hip as he looked me over. "So are you, lady..."

Mia rolled her eyes and tugged on my arm. "Come dance with me!" she pleaded.

I nodded, enticed by the thought of dancing. I let Mia pull me through the crowd of writhing bodies, and as soon as she stopped, I got my groove on, one arm above my head as my hips twisted in time to the beat.

Dom's POV:

I walked up to Vince, grabbing his shoulders as I scanned the crowd for Mia.

"Seen the little girl?" I asked, just as I spotted her, dancing with a fine- ass girl who looked like Letty, only in tight clothes. I started to push through the crowds towards them.

I needed an introduction.

Mia rolled her eyes as I approached, but ignored me and started to dance against the mystery lady.

I stopped, staring at Mia and the wannabe-bad girl beside her. I shoved her gently out of the way...she was a fine thing.

"The hell are you wearing?" I demanded of my little sister. "Put some damn clothes on."

"Dom!" Mia glared back at me, furious. "It's NOT that bad! Leave us alone!"

"I will no, when you're out here dressed like..." I shook my head. "Like some hootchie, Mia..." I turned to chew out the other girl about dressing appropriately when my eyes flew out of my head.

"Letty?" I looked her up and down, from the boots holding shapely thighs, up the legs...tiny leather skirt...she should turn around....my eyes moved up her chest, one I hadn't noticed before, and her face. Those dark eyes gazing back at me, and the lips...were her lips like that before?

How dare Letty go and be a luscious woman without giving me notice...and dressed like that.

"Nice," I murmured without thinking.

"Uh...hey," she said softly, nervous.

Mia just looked at the two of us and stormed off.

"Hey," I responded, rubbing my chin, keeping my eyes on Letty's, trying to keep them from roaming back to her breasts...she was all woman...

I held out an arm for her, thinking I'd get her away from this damn place, and get her dressed again...so I could breathe.

"Dance with me!" Letty yelled loudly as she took my arm.

I gave her a wary look before taking a step forward and sliding my arms around her waist...carefully.

She began to move her hips, slowly at first, and then faster, picking up the rhythm of the music, one arm resting on my shoulder, one above her head, swaying freely.

I swayed along to the music with her, watching her closely. I smiled a little, admiring her features. Her hair framing her face rather than hanging in it, looking all demure and shy in turn with total come-hither looks.

I leaned forward, dragging her closer. "When?" I asked softly, not sure she'd heard me over the music.

She looked up, her brows knitted together in confusion. "Now, I suppose?" she answered, unsure.

Her knee inadvertantly bumped my crotch.

I smiled a little, pulling her closer. "Any reason?" I asked, making sure I wrapped her in my arms tightly, so every horn dog in the place would know not to mess wiht her.

I looked down into those deep eyes, holding them as my hands slid slowly around her waist, tightening slightly.

She shrugged. "No reason...I'm 17 now..."

"Yeah," I said, lowering my head a little, resisting the urge to crush her against me, to feel those curves for myself. Was she still Letty? Still my crude little tomboy? I had no idea...in these clothes...

"When you grow a rack?" I murmured with a slight smirk...very romantic...but this was Letty, I shouldn't worry about romantic with her...I never worried with her.

She blushed. "When I was 14, Mr Perceptive," she taunted as our foreheads brushed. "You sure notice stuff, hey?"

"How am I meant to notice, you never let me see before..." I inhaled, my hand on the small of Letty's back, itching to move down over her ass...17, Dom...she was 17. And Letty or all people.

"I'm noticin' now..." I informed her, turning her around slowly as we danced.

She smiled. "Good to hear."

I stepped forward, wrapping my arms tight around her, trying to mask my obvious interest in her.

"Never thought I'd see youlike this, girl," I told her in a murmur.

"Complaining?" She asked me, pulling away and returned her hips to the swinging motion.

I shook my head slowly, pulling further away from her. Mia's friend...woah.

"I think I should take you home," I informed her, not letting go of that body.....daaamn...."Get you some decent clothes, I don't want guys lookin' at you."

"What? Why?" she demanded. Uh oh, Letty stubborness. "I'm happy the way I am," she said, crossing her arms. "There isn't a single girl in here who isn't dressed like me, and it's not as though I'm gonna get myself into a bad situation, not when I have you to protect me," she babbled.

I lifted my head, giving Letty my granite stare, the one that meant business.

"I don't like 'em lookin' at you," I insisted, walking her backwards protectively. "C'mon, lts go get you out of those clothes..." And into something I won't jump your 17-year-old bones in...