Velvet and Lace(12)

A few heads tuned their way and Daphne figured she would have plenty of partners. She smiled and followed Anna to the bar. They had to talk in each other’s ears, but it didn't matter much. Anna declared she was buying the first round and ordered two shots of tequila.

After they downed the shots, they were each asked to dance and Daphne gladly accepted. She was looking forward to enjoying her night out.



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Trent’s skin prickled and he turned around. He cursed under his breath as he watched Anna walk in the front door, followed by Daphne. Not just Daphne, but a scantily clad, gorgeous Daphne. He was at the far end of the bar, in the back corner with a perfect view of most of the bar.

Trent and his crew came by for a few drinks after a long day of working on Daphne’s shop. He was hoping for a relaxing evening, but he felt his whole body tense as he watched her sashay to the dance floor, her hand wrapped around the bicep of a guy he didn’t know. He clenched his fist around his beer and watched as she stepped in to the man’s arms.

Daphne was wearing a pair of black cowboy boots with a teal in-laid swirl design. Her legs were long and tan and bare and she had one of the shortest pair of shorts he had ever seen. They were dark blue with frayed edges. Her shirt was a dark, plaid blue shirt that had quarters sleeve and was tied underneath her breasts. Underneath that she had on white tank top of some sort. But what snagged his attention and every other mans, was that it was apparent she had no bra on, but her breasts were still high and threatening to spill out over the rim of the white top.

Trent adjusted himself in his jeans and cursed himself for his reaction to her. He had been thinking about her ever since she told him she was opening a damn sex toy shop. She was nothing like the girl he knew from high school. He could see the same smile and the same twinkle in her eyes, but he was amazed at the incredible woman she had become.

He had loved when she tried to pretend she didn’t know him at the reunion  . He could tell she recognized him by the stiffness in her body when she turned around, but he wanted to go with it for a while. And then she mentioned the damn magazine. He wasn’t ashamed to admit it, he had seen her in one of those half-nude magazines, smiling for the camera with that come–fuck–me smile. Her breasts had been spectacular, and it was hard not to look at her and see them beneath her clothing now.

He lifted his beer to his lips and watched as her partner led her in an oval pattern around the dance floor. He must have said something clever because she threw her head back and laughed. That action caused her hair to spill down her back in luxurious blonde waves.

He noticed it looked thicker tonight. She must have done something to it. What it really made him think of was just–fucked sex hair, like a man had run his hands through it and held on for dear life.

He cursed under his breath and finished his beer. He signaled to the waitress walking around that he wanted another, and looked over at his buddies. Carson, his business partner, was sipping his beer slowly watching the bar without really lingering on anyone in particular. Damian and Logan were the two brothers that owned The Lady Luck and had hired him to do the renovation on the bar. They had been close friends since. Owen was also on his crew. But he was fairly new. Owen’s eyes were also on Daphne.

Hell, if he was going to be honest with himself most of the male eyes in the bar were on Daphne. She moved with fluidity and grace, but more than that, she was a damn good dancer who knew how to move her body and wasn’t ashamed of it.

The waitress brought over his new beer and he downed most of it in several long pulls. When he set it down it thumped on the table. A few heads turned to look at him but no one said anything. Damian and Logan had gotten up to check and make sure everything was running smoothly and it was just him and part of his crew.

Owen leaned forward on his tanned arms, trying to get a better look at Daphne through the crowd. A black lock of hair fell into his eyes at the motion. “Who the hell is that?”

Trent smirked as Owen’s eyes bugged slightly. “That my friends, is our current boss and her name is Daphne Brooks. She used to go to school here, but back then her name was Margaret. But let's keep that part to ourselves, shall we?” Trent tried not to draw too much attention to their conversation. Everyone would eventually figure out Daphne’s past, if they hadn’t already. The way gossip spread around this town was ridiculous. But he didn’t want to be the cause of outing her. He trusted his crew to keep it quiet, since they were also his closest friends.

Carson looked over curious. “Wait you mean that is Faggy Maggie?” He had gone to school with them, and had been on the football team with Trent. However, he had never fit in with the crowd Trent hung out with, since he hadn't come from the same financial background. Not that that mattered to Trent, but it had mattered to the group. It was just another thing Trent regretted from high school. However. he and Carson had worked past that a long time ago and he usually appreciated his company and down to earth ways, but his blood boiled at the nickname.