Rachel shocked the hell out of me when she spun around to face us. Her normally sweet expression had been replaced by a ferocious scowl. “What was that?” she demanded.
I was the one with a temper and I’d come to think of Rachel as Miss Calm, Cool, and Collected. This reversal of roles had me blinking at her like an i***t. I saw Ethan jerk back in surprise, but he recovered quickly, holding his hands up in surrender. “Easy, sweetheart, we didn’t mean to step on your toes back there—”
“I was on a date.” She crossed her arms over her chest and I tried my damnedest not to notice the way it pushed her t**s up and out, accentuating her already phenomenal cleavage.
“Yeah,” Ethan said slowly, his voice soothing. “But it didn’t look like you were having a good time.”
“How would you know?” Her e
