Rachel Suits Hot Novels & Stories

Her cheerfulness is thin and grates on my nerves but it's better punishment than walking next to Sydney. He trails behind us like a shadow, his brooding presence wearing me down like a constant weight on my shoulders. Rachel flips through racks with practiced ease, she picks up a dress whose fabric shimmers under the fluorescent lights and thrusts it at me. “This one. Or…” she thrusts a sleek black dress into my arms. “…this. I'd love this for you though,” a softer blue one follows, and then a vibrant red. “This will just suit your hair. Feisty.”

“If we are going there we should probably start getting ready because believe it or not The Night’s bar – that’s what they call it – is actually the hottest place to be right now.” “In that case,” Rachel jumped to her feet, mouth already watering for the possibilities of all the alcohol she would be consuming that night. “I should get my sexy gear on.” Luckily she found a skimpy hot pink gown that showed off her shoulders and dipped to expose the valley between her breasts. It was short with a slit that promised to expose her panties if she so much as raised a leg. To go with it she found a pair of red patent leather heels. Might as well give the cameras something to look at since they would

When the taxi finally left, I looked back at Rachel who was also looking at me now. She was sporting a Strawberry Midi Dress. I can see that her favorite is Strawberry because starting from her heels up to her bag, it's all strawberry-designed. When our eyes met, Rachel smiled at me and I just furrowed my forehead. I just shrugged my shoulders and went back inside my clinic.

"I'm so ready for this! I need a pick-me-up after that horrible week at work." Kate nods in agreement. "I hear you, Rachel. Let's shop till we drop!" We dive into the racks, each of us finding pieces that catch our eye. Rachel holds up a vibrant red dress, twirling it around. "What do you think of this one, guys?" I glance at the dress and then at Rachel's complexion. "Oh, that color would look stunning on you, Rachel! You'll turn heads for sure." Kate nods enthusiastically. "Definitely a winner! You need to get it."

He added, bringing back to mind one thing I’ve been dreading. “I have no freaking idea!” I replied seriously, giving a stressed blink. “Hey, Caleb, don’t you look handsome today?” Rachel butted into my conversation, leaning in to sniff my cologne. “You smell so good, what is that?” She asked, whilst brushing her fingers along the sleeve of my suit jacket.

She ran up the steps just as Alex unlocked the door. “Surprise!” Rachel gave him a warm hug, the long sequined sleeves of her dark green dress scratched his bare arms lightly. The neckline was cut low enough to show a slight cleavage and, with the matching shoes, Rachel looked out of place among the drab setting of his office. Alex returned her embrace delicately, not wanting to risk mussing her hair which she wore up in a French braid, a few loose strands cascading over her face. Her appearance may have changed, he thought, but her body felt the same.

“That’s our mate! We need to go back!” “No,” I said more firmly than I intended. I couldn’t bring myself to face him after finding out this new information. It had to have been a mistake. Oh goddess, please tell me you’ve made a mistake. As I went back to my dorm room, Rachel was lying on her bed. She was doodling in her notebook with headphones on, kicking her foot to the beat of her music. She had an unusual style to her; she wore colorful clothing that fit tightly around her perfectly formed figure. She wasn’t afraid to show skin and I admired that about her. She had tattoos along her thighs, stomach, and arms. Her hair was short, in a pixie style. She was naturally blonde but had light b

I don’t know how long I can control myself if I don’t do whatever she is doing. “What are you wearing?” I asked, scanning the man’s T-shirt that Rachel’s wearing. “T-shirt….” she replied, eyeing her figure. “I can see that, but whose?” With jealousy burning in my eyes, I questioned. I don’t like how the uncertain man t-shirt is wrapped around Rachel’s figure. “Who do you think?” “I don’t know why I’m asking you, but I don’t like it. If you want a man’s t-shirt I can give mine,”

If I was dead straight and into pretty girls like her, I would’ve felt a kaleidoscope of butterflies exploding in my stomach. “Wait, right now?” I asked trying to slow her down from pulling me. I was thinking of going home first, perhaps get rid of this tight uniform and slip on something comfortable. “Yes, right now! Nicole and Victoria are already waiting inside the car.” “But I was thinking of going home first.” I spat and Rachel paused then turned around to face me. “This suit is kind of choking me. I want to go home and change to something comfy.” “Well, that’s not a problem at all. I can drive you home and we will wait for you.” Rachel uttered in a very quick response without even tryi

“I don’t want anything to do with you.” He released her at once, taking a step back and brushing at the suit he wore. “Why not? What’s wrong with me? Not as impressive as your underwear model?” Prompted, Rachel’s gaze swept the length of his navy-blue suit. As well as she knew women’s designers, she also knew men’s. The suit was Armani. His tie was Gucci, even if he was lousy at a full windsor knot. And the watch he wore was a Patek Philippe that probably cost more than her downtown Los Angeles office rent did every month.