of their passionate stumble from the door of the apartment. "Well that's very sweet," she said as Kyle tried to tug her shirt free before she could pull it all the way down. "But that's not really something I can afford," she laughed as she swatted at his hands.
"It's my treat," he said quickly and leaned forward to wrap his arms around her waist, lest she attempt to escape him.
"No way, you need to save your money," Rachel insisted, and allowed her body to fall back against his toned chest. "When you're a rich and famous movie star you can take me to Europe," she grinned and kissed his cheek softly. "It's just not something I can do right now. Besides, I could never leave Hanna alone here." She shuddered at the thought.
Kyle groaned at her words. "She is a grown woman Rachel, she can take care of herself."
Rachel shook her head firmly. "Oh no, she might be a grown woman, but she is a walking disaster without me around. The one time I left her here alone, she had a party that lasted two days and nearly destroyed the apartment."
Kyle chuckled and nodded his head. "Sounds like Hanna. But really Rachel, I think she could handle it."
Rachel smirked faintly as she knew that Hanna could certainly handle it. She would handle it right into the craziest party she had ever thrown.
“So we could take her along,” Kyle suggested when he noticed he was not getting anywhere.
“No,” Rachel said firmly. “It's really sweet of you to offer, but it's too much money, and just not something we could do right now.”
Kyle sat back against the couch and sighed as Rachel stood and collected the rest of her clothing. He admired her as she headed for the shower, and then decided to follow her.
“Hey, I was hoping you would join me,” Rachel said invitingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly in the shower.
Chapter 2
The line in front of the club was long, packed with people who had shown up for the best Friday night they could have. The Garage was one of the hottest new venues in Hollywood and even the best of the best had to wait in line to get in. When Hanna got the call for this gig, she was thrilled that she would play on the most popular night of the week, a sure sign that she was on her way to success. It was true that lately her jobs had been in some of the better clubs, but there were not enough paying gigs coming in and certainly not at the big high paying venues just yet. With money being so tight, she was beginning to have doubts. Maybe she had made a mistake embarking on such a risky business venture as being a DJ, but she loved her career and desperately wanted to live out her dreams. It was just that every time Rachel had to cover the majority of the rent, Hanna felt a sharp pang of guilt. Of course, Rachel, who was the one lying awake at night worrying about paying the bills, never let her forget who was carrying the brunt of the rent. What was Hanna to do? Most of her money went to expensive equipment plus she had to buy all the music she played in her sets. Her intentions were good and she had promised Rachel that after her startup expenses were paid, she could pay her half of all the bills.
The day the manager of The Garage had called, Hanna was slumped over the kitchen table, her chin in her hand, staring at the pile of bills Rachel had left, with a big yellow sticky note that had written in black marker, “NEED TO PAY!”. She was in a real funk but suddenly one phone call and she was back on cloud nine again, doing the happy dance all around her kitchen. Apparently someone from the swanky big house party up in the Hill, where she had worked recently, passed her name to the club manager. Good fortune was finally coming her way and soon she would be living in the hall of fame.
After unloading the equipment from her Jeep, Hanna set up her laptop and the controllers as she started queuing up the
"It's my treat," he said quickly and leaned forward to wrap his arms around her waist, lest she attempt to escape him.
"No way, you need to save your money," Rachel insisted, and allowed her body to fall back against his toned chest. "When you're a rich and famous movie star you can take me to Europe," she grinned and kissed his cheek softly. "It's just not something I can do right now. Besides, I could never leave Hanna alone here." She shuddered at the thought.
Kyle groaned at her words. "She is a grown woman Rachel, she can take care of herself."
Rachel shook her head firmly. "Oh no, she might be a grown woman, but she is a walking disaster without me around. The one time I left her here alone, she had a party that lasted two days and nearly destroyed the apartment."
Kyle chuckled and nodded his head. "Sounds like Hanna. But really Rachel, I think she could handle it."
Rachel smirked faintly as she knew that Hanna could certainly handle it. She would handle it right into the craziest party she had ever thrown.
“So we could take her along,” Kyle suggested when he noticed he was not getting anywhere.
“No,” Rachel said firmly. “It's really sweet of you to offer, but it's too much money, and just not something we could do right now.”
Kyle sat back against the couch and sighed as Rachel stood and collected the rest of her clothing. He admired her as she headed for the shower, and then decided to follow her.
“Hey, I was hoping you would join me,” Rachel said invitingly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him slowly in the shower.
Chapter 2
The line in front of the club was long, packed with people who had shown up for the best Friday night they could have. The Garage was one of the hottest new venues in Hollywood and even the best of the best had to wait in line to get in. When Hanna got the call for this gig, she was thrilled that she would play on the most popular night of the week, a sure sign that she was on her way to success. It was true that lately her jobs had been in some of the better clubs, but there were not enough paying gigs coming in and certainly not at the big high paying venues just yet. With money being so tight, she was beginning to have doubts. Maybe she had made a mistake embarking on such a risky business venture as being a DJ, but she loved her career and desperately wanted to live out her dreams. It was just that every time Rachel had to cover the majority of the rent, Hanna felt a sharp pang of guilt. Of course, Rachel, who was the one lying awake at night worrying about paying the bills, never let her forget who was carrying the brunt of the rent. What was Hanna to do? Most of her money went to expensive equipment plus she had to buy all the music she played in her sets. Her intentions were good and she had promised Rachel that after her startup expenses were paid, she could pay her half of all the bills.
The day the manager of The Garage had called, Hanna was slumped over the kitchen table, her chin in her hand, staring at the pile of bills Rachel had left, with a big yellow sticky note that had written in black marker, “NEED TO PAY!”. She was in a real funk but suddenly one phone call and she was back on cloud nine again, doing the happy dance all around her kitchen. Apparently someone from the swanky big house party up in the Hill, where she had worked recently, passed her name to the club manager. Good fortune was finally coming her way and soon she would be living in the hall of fame.
After unloading the equipment from her Jeep, Hanna set up her laptop and the controllers as she started queuing up the
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