Dario's POV
I sped to Rachel's apartment, my heart racing with worry. What if something had really happened to her? I couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in my stomach.
When I arrived at her apartment, I rushed to the door and knocked frantically. The door swung open, and Rachel stood before me, a sly grin spreading across her face. She was dressed in a seductive red dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, and her hair was messy and tousled, as if she had just rolled out of bed.
"Dario, you're so gullible," she said, laughing, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by annoyance. "What the hell, Rachel? You scared the living daylights out of me!" I tried to sound angry, but my eyes kept drifting to her dress, and the way it accentuated her body.