Velvet and Lace(10)

Trent crushed her in high school. He was an asshole to her in front of all of his friends. But back then he had been sweet to her when they were alone which was why she kissed him that night. She had been so proud of all the work he had put into his grades and the fact that she had been a big help to him had meant a lot to her. When he got that final grade, she had been more excited than him. Then she kissed him.

She had thrown her self at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. He had been her first kiss and he had just stood there. When she pulled back, there was a very confused look in his eyes and she couldn’t take the rejection. She had run away from him.

The next day in school, she completely avoided him. But it wasn’t like he had tried to talk to her. At lunch, his friends still made fun of her and he just sat there, trying to look at anything but her.

To this day it was still a sore memory for her. Of course, most of it had been her fault, but she still remembered the look in his eyes. She never should have kissed him. Now he was making her smile all over again. She wasn’t the same naive virgin but she felt like that when she got near Trent. Damn that man.

Daphne rested her forehead against the cool table-top in Grams kitchen. It was early afternoon and she had been up since six. Grams had made coffee and more biscuits for breakfast and then left for her pinochle card game of the week.

Once Grams was gone, she had brought down her paperwork to the kitchen table and had been working since. She had forms to review and sign about building codes and permits and a lot of things she wasn’t exactly sure she understood. But she had had her lawyer review everything first and they were pretty much the same forms she had sign for all of her other buildings, so she wasn’t worried.

The other thing she needed to do was look over the shots from her last photo shoot. Even though she wouldn’t get the final say in which were the final shots the magazine used, she did get to pick her top ten shots and the magazine would take it from there. Not only was she just a model but she had a stake in the company as well. She only posed for one magazine and she had wanted a more hands-on take in the business.

So she was shuffling through about fifty different frames of her laying in various poses on a white sheet. Her breasts had been bare and she was covered by a pair of black lace boy-short panties. Her blonde hair tumbled down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were heavily made up and there was a sensual curve to her lips.

Daphne spent a long time deciding on which photos she liked best. She was her toughest critic, and paid attention to the small details. She enjoyed her body and the way she felt when she saw herself. She had always been the 'fat' girl in high school and had lived through years of ridicule. When she had gone away to college she spent four years on and off diets hating what she had become, counting calories to make other people happy with the way she looked.

Finally, she had gotten fed up with how she was looking at it, and decided that it didn't matter what anyone thought of her. She wanted to look sexy for her and no one else.

Another small part of her looks was that she got a small hint of satisfaction when she stopped men in their tracks. She had no interest in actually sleeping with any of them, though. Hell, it had been so long since she last got laid, that she barely remembered what it felt like to have sex with a man. She did have a large collection of toys at her disposal but most days they didn’t interest her. Well, the thought of using them alone didn’t interest her.

Leaning forward, she rested her head on the table. Daphne sighed and her breath moved across the wood in front of her mouth. Her pictures were lying out in front of her and she made up her mind about which ones she wanted. Now she was trying not to think of everything she had to do today. Her phone buzzed and she rolled her head to the side to look at it the screen. It lit up with Trent’s name and a small rush went through her. She was startled at her own reaction, but she quickly pushed it aside.

“Hello.” She tried not to sound tired.

“Hello, Daphne. Do you have a moment?”

Daphne shivered at the sound of his gravelly voice. Maybe she did need a night with her favorite vibrator.

“Of course. What’s up?” She hoped her voice was light and carefree.

“The samples just came in and I was hoping you could possibly swing by tomorrow and take a look,” he said, sounding distant.

She frowned at the phone wondering what was wrong. “I could meet you around 11:00 a.m. if that works for you.”

He was quiet for a moment. “That works.”

Daphne scribbled on a sticky note. If she didn’t remind herself, she would never show up on time. “Trent...Did you need something else?”