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

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    “That's not the point,” Rachel snapped back. “The point is, while I am up all night worrying about how we are going to pay the rent, you are up all night, doing-” she waved her hand toward the living room. “Whatever that guy's name was?”
     
    “Rick,”' Hanna said confidently, and then paused. “Or maybe it was Paul,” she looked thoughtful for a moment and then shrugged. “Right, well you shouldn't worry so much. The money will show up, it always does,” she smiled brightly and took the first cup of coffee that Rachel poured, ignoring Rachel's shocked expression. “You really should learn to relax Rae, you know, Paul was a lot of fun, and he was into you, maybe I could hook you up?' Hanna suggested innocently.
     
    Rachel fixed her with such an intense glare that Hanna took a step back in the small kitchen. She could feel the heat pouring from Rachel's eyes, which had always been just a little bit darker than Hanna's.
     
    “Hanna, when are you going to grow up?” Rachel demanded with frustration. “We came here to make a life for ourselves, and so far all we have is bills that we cannot pay.”
     
    Hanna lowered her eyes slightly. She did not like it when Rachel treated her like a child.
     
    “I have my own business,” she said defensively. “It's not my fault if all you do is tend bar.”
     
    Rachel's eyes widened with fury, and then grew distant and cold. “Dancing around in your underwear is not a business,” she hissed sharply, knowing that she was crossing the line from being angry to being hurtful. “You sell yourself, not your music. Hanna, do you think if you weren't up there spinning with everything hanging out, anyone would even bother to go to your parties?”
     
    Hanna winced, and a deep blush colored her flawless cheeks. She glanced away before Rachel could see the tears that were forming in her eyes. She knew that Rachel saw her as nothing more than a joke most of the time. She would always be the kid sister, even though she was only minutes younger than Rachel. No matter how hard she tried to prove herself, it would never be enough to change how her sister viewed her.
     
    “I'm going to bed,” she mumbled and left her untouched coffee on the kitchen table. Rachel mumbled something back about having to clean that up too, and the tension lingered like a cloud around her. As she poured her own cup of coffee she tried not to regret what she had said. It was unnecessarily cruel, she knew, but she was tired of being the only adult in the apartment.
     

Chapter 3

     

     
    That night, after Rachel had cooled off and apologized to Hanna for being a little too harsh, the sisters were headed out for one of Hanna's gigs. It was Rachel's night off and she decided the best way to show her sister some support, was to go with her to one of her gigs. It was at a local club, with one of the seediest owners around. He was famous for encouraging the women who worked for him to wear as little as possible, and Hanna was happy to oblige. Hanna was proud of her body with its subtle curves and long legs. She did not see any reason to cover it up, especially when her tips doubled depending on how much she revealed. Tonight she was dressed in a tight leather corset with a microscopic skirt peeking out from beneath its flared edge. Next to her, Rachel could have been a nun. She was wearing a short sleeved light green blouse, that had a V-neck but did not dive too low, and a simple white skirt that drifted just above her knees. She was still very beautiful, but her clothes did not draw the same attention that Hanna's did.
     

     
    As they walked in the flickering lights, loud patrons were already riled up and ready to have a fun night. Hanna hurried over to set up the music, and left Rachel to deal with Charles, the owner of the club. He was nearly fifty, but dressed as if he was in his early twenties. He leaned against the bar beside Rachel and smirked.
     
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