“I amneithersloppynormessy. I’m sort of a neat freak, actually. Mild, but I like my stuff orderly.”
“Do you make your bed every morning?”
“No, I’m just going to sleep in it again tonight.”
“Then, you’re not a neat freak.”
“Oh, no. You’re one of those?” Dana asked, entwining their fingers. “You really make your bed every morning?”
“I usually do, yeah. Not hospital corners, but I have a housekeeper, and she does that for me three times a week.”
“Someone cleans your house three times a week?” Dana asked as they walked out the back.
“Yes. When I’m working, I’m not home a lot, and the place would get dusty, so she keeps it clean for me.”
“Damn. I’d love a housekeeper at my place.”
“Well, if it’s not up to my standards, maybe I’ll hire oneto clean it for you while I’m here.”
“Not up to your standards?” Dana laughed before setting the alarm and locking the door once they were outside. “Really? What are your standards, exactly?” she asked as she turned and quickly had Samara pressed to the red brick wall.
“Um… This was my exact fantasy,” she shared, wrapping her arms around Dana’s neck. “Can you wait on that food truck?”
“There are security cameras out here, too,” Dana noted and pointed up at one.
“Damn,” Samara replied, disappointed.
CHAPTER 30
“So, Samara, how are you liking New Orleans?” Lainey asked.
“I love it so far,” Samara replied.
“How are you liking New Orleans? Really?” Dana said.
“What? It’s a valid question. You just told me you two are dating. Was I supposed to ask how good the sex is?”
“Lainey!”
Dana looked over at Samara, who was wearing a baseball hat, but no wig or sunglasses. They’d gone to Candace’s bar and sat in the booth toward the back corner, facing the back wall to reduce the chance of people seeing and recognizing Dana’s date, because after a week of being mostly inside Samara’s hotel room, one of their trailers, or her apartment, they had wanted to go out for the evening they had off while the actresses playing Kristie and Maggie had a scene to film together where it would become obvious to the audience that they liked each other, despite one of them believing that she was straight. Apparently, the real people based on those characters had fallen in love, too, and they’d recently gotten engaged, planning on a summer wedding, according to Bryce.
“It’s great. Thanks for asking,” Samara replied.
“Mara!” Dana exclaimed.
The previous night, they had made love on just about every surface in every room in her apartment, and while Dana wasn’t sure she would ever tire of touching Samara or Samara touching her, they had needed to get out for some fresh air because Dana had been operating on very little sleep, and her body was sore in all the right and a few of the wrong places. The previous night, Samara had gone down on her while Danahad been leaning against the counter, and the handle from the drawer had dug into her ass, but Dana hadn’t wanted to move because Samara had a very, very talented tongue.
“What? It is,” Samara said, putting her hand on Dana’s thigh.
Lainey laughed and ate a French fry.
“Hey, babe,” Paige said when she slipped into the booth next to Lainey.
“Hey,” Lainey replied, leaning over to kiss her quickly.
“Well, hello there, big secret keeper,” Paige said to Dana as she stole one of Lainey’s fries. “Lainey texted me that you and Sama–”
“Call her Mara tonight,” Dana interrupted.
