“You wanted it at noon,” Dana replied.
“I know.”
“It’s eleven thirty. You want it now?”
“Yes, please. And can you take your lunch break now, too?”
“We’re doingthisagain?”
“Yes, Dana, we’re doing this again. Just get here as soon as you can, okay? I… need… help running lines. I checked with Faye and Bryce. They said to tell your boss that they’ll pay for you for the hour or something if he needs it.”
“Payforme?” Dana asked. “Well, that makes me sound like a sex worker.”
Samara pictured Dana pressing her to the wall, and shelaughed nervously as if Dana could’ve seen the image inside her mind.
“It’s lunch. Bring whatever you want to eat.”
She hung up without saying goodbye, leaned back, and smiled. They had their Bray. She hadherBray, and it was a slightly annoying but absolutely gorgeous woman whom Samara had a sex crush on. No, sex crush wasn’t a thing. She had lust for Dana, genuine lust, and she’d finally had that second orgasm last night, after Dana had left, relieving her clit of the tension that had already reappeared at just the thought of Dana coming here for lunch.
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Twenty minutes later, so only ten minutes earlier than planned, there was another knock at her door. Samara let her in, took two containers from Dana, and placed them on the counter.
“Sit,” she said.
“You know I’m not a dog, right? You could ask me if Iwantto sit down,” Dana replied.
“Okay. Dana, pain in my perfectly shaped ass, do youwantto sit down?” she said, forcing a mock smile.
“Depends. What am I doing here? I had to have someone cover for me, and my boss wasn’t happy, despite you offering topayfor me.”
“Bryce and Faye said that,” she lied.
“Samara?”
“What did you bring yourself for lunch?” Samara asked instead, stalling a little.
“I made a plate of what we served everyone else today.”
“What’s that?”
“Tacos,” Dana replied.
“Oh, I love tacos.”
“You got veggie tacos.”
“I did?” Samara opened the container. “Did I put veggie tacos on my list?”
“No, I took a chance. Avocado and sweet potato tacos. Avocado, garlic, lime juice, salt, pepper, and vegan mayo for the sauce. Sweet potatoes were roasted with a little chili powder. Black beans. Tortillas. That’s it. Oh, and I added some pickled onions.”
“You made this yourself?” Samara asked, staring down at the beautiful-looking vegan tacos.
“Yeah. We had some of the ingredients for everyone else, so I just had to make you the sweet potatoes.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
“Don’t thank me yet. I’m sure they’re too hot, too cold, too spicy, not spicy enough, or–”
