Rachel Suits Hot Novels & Stories

It was clear that the rug was going to be my stage. My eyes first went to Rachel, who was already sitting on the couch, holding a drink. She was wearing a short white skirt and red blouse that showed a lot of cleavage. Rachel is about 5'6'' with a very slender, athletic build. Her breasts aren't huge, but when she wears tight clothes and the right kind of bra, it's hard not to look right at her chest. In keeping with bachelorette party tradition, on her head she wore a white headband with a short veil that draped down her long curly brown hair. She was smiling and didn't look particularly nervous, which surprised me a little.

I stuffed a bagel into my mouth as I nodded. "That's exciting," Rachel said, holding up a dress on my body. "How does this look?" She asked. "Another maroon dress? Let's try other colors,"I said, walking to the clothing rack. "No," they screamed together. "I mean, maroon would look heaven on you," Chloe said, giving me a shaky smile. "Something's fishy," I replied. "Jared, why don't you go look for a suit for yourself?" Rachel said, pushing him away. Jared left without fuss which only raised my suspicions more.

She was putting on a bump shirt and White singlet. She sluggishly left the room and on opening the door, she was shocked and surprised to see Tegga. “What are you doing here?” She asked in a high-pitched voice. “Wow, Rachel, you are hot” Rachel look at him and saw him eyeing her outfit. She covered her chest with her hands immediately. “Pervert! Pervert! Go away” Tegga chuckled. “You won’t invite me in?” “No!, stay here,” she said and rushed upstairs.

Rachael’s POV I dressed carefully, choosing simple clothes that wouldn't draw attention. Black pants. Gray sweater. My hair pulled back in a practical braid. The Continental Council representatives would arrive within the hour. My hands trembled as I fastened the clasp on my necklace—the one piece of jewelry I'd kept from my old life. I forced them steady. I'd survived Christopher. Survived the siege. I could survive questions. A knock at the door. Kelvin entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs of coffee.

"There are three really good-looking girls out there but the one I like best, after you, is that Rachel. I love that tanned blonde look. And her tits are almost as big as yours." Rachel? thought Sally. She wasn't surprised that Lenny fancied her: she was a very attractive woman. Also she was single and ambitious. And, Sally had heard, she maintained a considerable level of sexual activity. "Stay there. I'll go and ask her." Sally walked out into the main office and tentatively approached Rachel. "Er, Rachel," she started hesitantly.

Her best friend Rachel had been there through all of it. Rachel was thirty-three now, and she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Not in the obvious, flashy way that turned heads at bars, but in a soft, radiant, heart-stopping way. She had warm hazel eyes that crinkled when she laughed, full lips that always seemed to be hiding a secret smile, and curves that made my chest tighten every time she walked into a room. Her dark hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, and she had this gentle, caring energy that made everyone around her feel safe. She was sexy without trying, cute without meaning to be, and completely unaware of how badly I wanted her.

Right? Rachel discovered that her night gown was very much see through and she was seriously hoping that Adrian had not seen her in that. It actually was going to take him a lot of self control. However, he already saw her and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. She dresses up in comfortable clothes. That was the type of clothes she liked. Unlike other girls who loved revealing clothes, she would prefer clothes that covered her sensitive body parts. Besides, she had a man in their house and she did not want things to go wrong. So it was better she put on her baggy clothes.

When she got the direction, she went straight to the suite. Walking down the corridor, she took a look around, the place was sleek and very elegant, no surprise of course, it’s a seven-star hotel. She probably would not have any chance to stay at this hotel even for one night. This high-class hotel was for people like David and Victoria Beckham and Hollywood movie stars, rather than herself, an ordinary girl wearing a T-shirt and jeans with old sneakers!

I tried not to fidget. “Hmm, I think the spring collection will suit you wonderfully. Come with me,” Rachel said with a grin. I could tell she was in her element, as she headed into a rack of clothes and started pulling out different designs and patterns. She would hold one up, evaluate, and then either put it back or drape it over the waiting arm of Kristine. “Do you prefer comfort or color?” She asked briskly. “Comfort. Definitely comfort.” “Are you comfortable in a dress? What lengths?”

"Rachel! You look stunning! Come in, come in!" I heard the click of high heels on the hardwood—a sharp, rhythmic sound that reminded me of a ticking clock. When Rachel stepped into the living room, she looked like an image pulled from a high-end fashion magazine. She was wearing a tailored navy blazer and slim-fit trousers that screamed old money and effortless power. Her blonde hair was swept back into a sleek, low bun, and her makeup was flawless. But it was her eyes that made me want to vanish. They were a cool, piercing blue, and the second they landed on me, they sharpened. It was the look of a predator watching a rabbit in a snare.