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appeared. “Ready to order?”
Meagan wrapped her arm around Darla’s shoulders. “You know what I’m thinking? Let’s get room service in your room where Sam won’t be so we can do the girl-talk thing before the season starts. I’ve spent time with everyone else. I want to spend some time with you.”
Regret filled Darla as “absolutely not” became an instant “absolutely yes.” She was now absolutely certain that there would be no her and Blake tonight. She wanted to finish what they had started—wanted it maybe a little too much.
* * *
A N HOUR LATER, D ARLA AND Meagan sat in their sweats and sock feet on Darla’s bed with a selection of desserts spread out before them.
“I can’t believe we have this many to choose from,” Darla said, scooping a bite of a brownie covered with hot fudge. She moaned with pleasure. “This might be a ten camera-pound splurge.”
“Hmm,” Meagan said, digging her fork into a piece of cheesecake. “While I’m never gonna be the diva some people associated with the show have become, I do enjoy a splurge here and there.” She took a bite and then added, “So…what was up with you and Blake tonight?”
Darla’s heart raced and she busied herself with the carrot cake. “What do you mean?”
Meagan gaped. “You tried to kick the man.” She snorted. “I died when you kicked Lana. That was hilarious. Lana plays that villainous role well and she eats it up. We all, audience included, love to hate her. If only we could have gotten that on camera.”
Darla started laughing. She and Meagan had talked about Lana way back during the casting of season one. “That kick did work out pretty well, but poor Sam. You made him take the rap for me.”
Meagan shrugged. “I’ll make it up to him later. But seriously. What’s up with you and Blake? I might be married but I’m not blind. The man is easy on the eyes.”
Darla stabbed the brownie. “And infuriating, and arrogant, and just so— The man made me want to kick him under the table. That should say it all. He makes me crazy.”
“Uh-oh,” Meagan said, and grinned. “That’s what Sam did to me.”
“Oh, no,” Darla said quickly. “No. Blake and I are nothing like you and Sam.”
Meagan just smiled.
“You don’t understand,” Darla objected. “I attract all the wrong men. That makes Blake another one of the wrong men.”
“Or you choose all the wrong men, like I did,” Meagan said, “until the right man steps into your path, like Sam did mine. Then, like Sam also did to me, that right man infuriates you right into love.”
Darla shook her head. “I’m not you. Blake is not Sam. And besides, Blake leaves tomorrow.” So he wouldn’t be infuriating her into bed or into love. Love . That was a silly word for her or Meagan to use, one of fairy tales women created over too many drinks or, in this case, too much sugar. She and Blake were oil and water, and people who were oil and water had sex. They did not fall in love.
Meagan just sat there, smiling coyly.
Darla tried again. “Blake and I are not happening. We’re competitors. He upsets me. He leaves tomorrow.”
Meagan grinned. “Okay.”
Frustrated, Darla stabbed the brownie again and took a bite, but she didn’t want the brownie. She wanted Blake—which infuriated her all the more. She ate the entire brownie, half the cheesecake and a few bites of several other desserts. And then she blamed Blake for the ten camera-pounds she was going to imagine she had in the morning.
* * *
B LAKE DIDN’T THINK M EAGAN would ever leave, but the instant he heard Darla’s door open and shut and he knew she’d gone, he dialed Darla’s room. Sitting at that lounge table with Darla tonight, he’d done nothing but fall deeper for her. And no, he wasn’t going to her room tonight, he knew that. Not because he doubted she would let him, but because he wanted to so damn bad. Because that meant something, and he’d decided she interested him far more
Meagan wrapped her arm around Darla’s shoulders. “You know what I’m thinking? Let’s get room service in your room where Sam won’t be so we can do the girl-talk thing before the season starts. I’ve spent time with everyone else. I want to spend some time with you.”
Regret filled Darla as “absolutely not” became an instant “absolutely yes.” She was now absolutely certain that there would be no her and Blake tonight. She wanted to finish what they had started—wanted it maybe a little too much.
* * *
A N HOUR LATER, D ARLA AND Meagan sat in their sweats and sock feet on Darla’s bed with a selection of desserts spread out before them.
“I can’t believe we have this many to choose from,” Darla said, scooping a bite of a brownie covered with hot fudge. She moaned with pleasure. “This might be a ten camera-pound splurge.”
“Hmm,” Meagan said, digging her fork into a piece of cheesecake. “While I’m never gonna be the diva some people associated with the show have become, I do enjoy a splurge here and there.” She took a bite and then added, “So…what was up with you and Blake tonight?”
Darla’s heart raced and she busied herself with the carrot cake. “What do you mean?”
Meagan gaped. “You tried to kick the man.” She snorted. “I died when you kicked Lana. That was hilarious. Lana plays that villainous role well and she eats it up. We all, audience included, love to hate her. If only we could have gotten that on camera.”
Darla started laughing. She and Meagan had talked about Lana way back during the casting of season one. “That kick did work out pretty well, but poor Sam. You made him take the rap for me.”
Meagan shrugged. “I’ll make it up to him later. But seriously. What’s up with you and Blake? I might be married but I’m not blind. The man is easy on the eyes.”
Darla stabbed the brownie. “And infuriating, and arrogant, and just so— The man made me want to kick him under the table. That should say it all. He makes me crazy.”
“Uh-oh,” Meagan said, and grinned. “That’s what Sam did to me.”
“Oh, no,” Darla said quickly. “No. Blake and I are nothing like you and Sam.”
Meagan just smiled.
“You don’t understand,” Darla objected. “I attract all the wrong men. That makes Blake another one of the wrong men.”
“Or you choose all the wrong men, like I did,” Meagan said, “until the right man steps into your path, like Sam did mine. Then, like Sam also did to me, that right man infuriates you right into love.”
Darla shook her head. “I’m not you. Blake is not Sam. And besides, Blake leaves tomorrow.” So he wouldn’t be infuriating her into bed or into love. Love . That was a silly word for her or Meagan to use, one of fairy tales women created over too many drinks or, in this case, too much sugar. She and Blake were oil and water, and people who were oil and water had sex. They did not fall in love.
Meagan just sat there, smiling coyly.
Darla tried again. “Blake and I are not happening. We’re competitors. He upsets me. He leaves tomorrow.”
Meagan grinned. “Okay.”
Frustrated, Darla stabbed the brownie again and took a bite, but she didn’t want the brownie. She wanted Blake—which infuriated her all the more. She ate the entire brownie, half the cheesecake and a few bites of several other desserts. And then she blamed Blake for the ten camera-pounds she was going to imagine she had in the morning.
* * *
B LAKE DIDN’T THINK M EAGAN would ever leave, but the instant he heard Darla’s door open and shut and he knew she’d gone, he dialed Darla’s room. Sitting at that lounge table with Darla tonight, he’d done nothing but fall deeper for her. And no, he wasn’t going to her room tonight, he knew that. Not because he doubted she would let him, but because he wanted to so damn bad. Because that meant something, and he’d decided she interested him far more
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