Free The Hills Party (The Hollywood Twins #1) by Amanda White Page A

release of one of her favorite singers. She had to admit that she was a little jealous of Hanna's activities. It was not just some casual fun that Rachel was looking for though. She wanted to be with someone who truly wanted to be with her. Someone who would be grateful to have her attention, and who she hoped would be interested in more than just a fling. Hanna accused her of being boring, but Rachel still had romantic notions left over from the princess movies she used to adore. It was not the idea of being rescued, but the idea that there was one special person out there destined for her. She thought she had found him a few times, but in the end, her high expectations had left her disappointed and feeling neglected. So now Rachel was not one to rush into a relationship. She had a hard time trusting a man's advances as being anything more than just an attempt to manipulate and cajole her. Hanna, on the other hand, did not mind cajoling, she preferred it. To her, the best part of a passionate night, was a solitary morning.
     

Chapter 2

     

     
    Rachel heard the shower start up in Hanna's bathroom, and she thought it would be safe. Usually that was a signal that the man of the evening had been kicked to the curb. She left her room with only a thin loose robe draped over the black lace nighty she wore. It was nearly seven, and she was starving. She had been waiting for the living room to be cleared, before she headed out for breakfast. As she walked past the couch, she noticed the rumpled blankets cast across the floor and bent over to pick them up.
     
    “Oh baby, that was spectacular,” a deep voice growled from the couch and suddenly strong thick arms were wrapped around Rachel's waist. She had not noticed that her sister's guest was still lying on the couch. He tugged her backwards into his lap while Rachel cried out.
     
    “Let go of me!” She shrieked and struck at his arms with balled up fists. Her heart was racing, as she felt his completely nude body against her robe.
     
    “Wow, chill out,” he muttered as he released her. “You're the one wiggling that fabulous ass in front of me; I thought it was an invitation!”
     
    Rachel pulled her robe tighter around her body and glared at the massive man. “I am not Hanna,” she hissed just in time for Hanna to strut out of her bedroom wearing only a very long T-shirt.
     
    “Uh oh,” she muttered when she saw the scene before her.
     
    The man on the couch looked over his shoulder and took in a sharp breath at the sight of Hanna, and then looked quickly back at Rachel.
     
    “Twins?” he gulped out, and tugged a blanket over his body. “Oh wow, sorry,” he mumbled, his face turning beet red. He looked like an embarrassed little boy, and Rachel started to feel a little sorry for him.
     
    “It's okay,” she sighed as she glowered at her sister. “It is to be expected, isn't it Hanna?” She pursed her lips with annoyance and stalked into the kitchen.
     
    “Rachel!” Hanna called after her, but Rachel ignored her and started a pot of coffee.
     
    “I should go,” the man on the couch announced and began searching for his clothes.
     
    “Yes, you probably should,” Hanna said sharply. “Just like I told you to before I got in the shower.”
     
    The man frowned as he glanced up at her. “I thought it would be impolite to leave without saying goodbye.”
     
    “Okay, goodbye then,” Hanna snapped back, her green eyes shimmering with annoyance, and strode into the kitchen after her sister.
     

     
    The kitchen was filled with icy silence. Hanna was not one to interrupt her sister when she was angry. Rachel acted all sweet and calm but when she was angry, she was feisty. Rachel was slamming coffee cups down on the counter and shoving cabinet doors shut.
     
    “Rachel,” Hanna pleaded. “I told him to leave, I'm sorry,” she batted her full dark lashes that were still weighted with layers of last night's mascara; despite the shower she had just