Rachael couldn't help but notice as Andrew's eyes drifted down towards her chest, the snugly fitted polo shirt hugging the ample curve of her breasts perfectly.  And she couldn't help but be oddly aroused by this handsome man's overt attention.  She stared at him, a seductive half-smile on her lips that blossomed into a full-fledged grin when Andrew finally moved his eyes back up to her face.  She winked at him flirtatiously, what she hoped was a signal that she had caught him looking and she honestly didn't mind.<br/><br/>"Yes, you and Dave... I'm sure you'll get along just fine," she said dismissively.  She honestly didn't care whether Dave liked him or not - Rachael had decided that SHE liked him, and as far as she was concerned, that was all that mattered.<br/><br/>"So I was going to hang by the pool this afternoon," she said.  "You're welcome to hang out as well," she said.  "I know you don't have swim trunks or anything... so if you don't want to stay, I understand..." she trailed off, smiling at him hopefully.