“Bring whateveryoueat,” Samara clarified.
“Why would I do that?” Dana asked.
“We should talk. Have dinner with me.”
“Dinner?”
“Yes, Dana; the meal that often comes after work.”
“No, I mean why do we need to talk?”
“Is my food hot right now?”
“Yes. And I have the warmer bag, so it’ll be hot when you get it.”
“Then, get in the car and get over here,” Samara told her with a chuckle.
“Is this like lunch? Are you going to hold me hostage?”
“No,” she replied. “Can you also bring me some of my sparkling water? I don’t have any here yet. And whatever you want to drink, too. Hell, bring wine if you have it there. Red, please.”
“Now, I’m bringingmyselffood thatI’lleat and wine for you so we can talk aboutsomething?”
“Did you have other plans for the night that I’m getting in the way of?”
“Technically, yes,” Dana replied. “I’m supposed to hangout with my sister.”
“Oh,” Samara said, feeling a tinge of disappointment. “I guess never mind, then. You can have someone else drop off my dinner if you need to run.”
“No, you’re on my way. And I’m not meeting her until later, so I can stay for a few minutes, at least.”
“Great. I’ll see you soon, then,” she said and hung up the phone before Dana could ask any more questions.
She had about thirty minutes before Dana would arrive, so she went to the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped while she waited for the water to get hot, and climbed inside once the temperature was to her liking. She washed her hair, wanting to get the sweat from the heat of the day out of it, and after cleaning herself thoroughly, feeling better already, she decided she still had some time, so she reached between her legs to supply herself with a second orgasm her clit had been wanting since the first one. She closed her eyes and was right back by the wall, being pressed to it by strong arms, while a thigh was rocking into her.
Samara’s mind changed it up and put more pressure on her clit as she imagined Dana unbuttoning and unzipping her own jeans. Then, there was a dildo that looked just like the one Samara had stupidly left back in LA. Dana was strapped, and Samara was lifting her dress, lowering her panties to her ankles, letting Dana take her hard and fast.
“Samara?”
Samara stopped stroking just as she was about to come. Her eyes shot open.
“Oh, you’re in the shower. It’s Dana!” she yelled. “Not an intruder or anything. Sorry. I’ve got your food out here when you’re ready.”
“How did you get in?” Samara yelled back and turned off the water.
“I have a key,” Dana said. “Got it from the front desk.”
“They just gave you a key to my room? What the fuck?”
“What? No. Well, technically, yes, but production is paying for this room, and they arranged for catering to pick up akey so that we could leave your food for you whenever you’re not here. He didn’tjusthand me a key. If he had, I would’ve kicked his ass because talk about lax security.”
Samara reached for the towel on the rack and wrapped it around her body.
“Um… I’ll be right out. Meet you in the kitchen. Sorry, I guess time got away from me.”
“No problem,” Dana said. “I’ll get stuff set up out here. Do you want that wine I brought?”
“What kind did you bring?”
