Velvet and Lace(14)

“Trent, you are definitely a good dancer, but I think we should keep our relationship purely business.” She hoped to play to his logical side. Unfortunately the stiff cock pressing into her wasn’t very logical. Actually, it was making it very hard for her to feel logical herself.

She was remembering the feel of his firm lips pressed against hers, and trying to imagine how they would feel on other places on her body. No matter how short lived their one and only kiss in high school had been, and how mortifying it had been later, she could never forget the feel of his lips.

Trent's voice broke through the fog. “Daphne, you there?” She snapped her eyes back to his.

“Sorry,” she slowly whispered back. They were standing in the middle of the dance floor, and another song had started. “Strawberry Wine” by Deana Carter was coming strong through the speakers. Most couples gathered around them in the middle of the dance floor, like a high school dance, slowly rocking together.

“Daphne, one more dance. I just might surprise you.” When he winked at her and tilted his lips up in a half smile, she was lost. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, thinking it was going to be an easy slow dance.

When his hands grasped hers and moved her arms into a traditional frame, she looked up at him in curiosity. Then when his feet began to lead her into a Waltz, she was sure her eyebrows lifted as far as they could possibly go. Soon, however, she was drawn into the magic of the dance. Everyone had gathered into a tight circle to give them as much room as possible.

It was fluid and graceful as he led her around the dance floor. They executed turns, stops and starts, as if they had been dancing together all of their life. They were a few inches apart but Daphne could feel the tension and heat radiating between their two bodies. The room melted away under Trent’s piecing gaze.

Before, his eyes had been watching the way her body moved, which she had enjoyed. This time, he was watching her expression. It seemed that he was trying to figure out her emotions and that made her nervous. She closed her eyes and trusted him to lead her.

When the song finished, Daphne slowly opened her eyes. Trent was staring at her intently, as he brought his forehead down to hers. She thought he was going to kiss her when a loud catcall was shouted out. Daphne jerked away and looked in shock at the bar. Everyone had stopped what they were doing to watch them dance. She stole one more glance at Trent, and then rushed away to find Anna. The DJ played another song and the ruckus of the bar returned.

Daphne quickly sought her friend in the crowd. Once she had found Anna, she grabbed her arm, before pulling her out of the bar. She needed to get away from Trent as soon as possible. Their boots crunched on the gravel of the empty parking lot. As soon as they were in the car, Anna let into her.

“What the hell was that? It looked like a cross between magic and sex on the dance floor.” Anna’s chest rose and fell quickly from the race out of the bar. “Hello! Daphne!” Anna snapped her fingers twice in front of her face.

“I don’t know, Anna. I don’t know what the hell happened. I was enjoying myself, dancing with everyone. Then I turned around and I was in Trent’s arms. And, damn him, he’s a good dancer. So it was just fun and flirty, that kind of thing. I tried to get away when the slow song came on, but he refused to let me go. Then all of a sudden we were waltzing. Waltzing, damn it, in a country bar.” Daphne gripped the steering wheel as she tried to reign in some of her emotions.

“That was a waltz?” Anna wrinkled her nose up in confusion.

“That’s not the point. But you were right. It definitely felt like some form of sex and magic. When he was twirling me around, everything else just faded away. It seemed like it was just me and him dancing, almost moving as one.” Daphne was almost caught up in the spell again when Anna let out a not so delicate snort.

“Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? I mean it sounds kind of awesome, but still ridiculous. I never pegged you for the fairy tale kind of woman.”

“I’m not. I know you found yours and trust me I envy your relationship. But I never believed in a fairy tale for me. Hell, this is Trent Bradshaw, the guy who crushed me in high school. I should be trying to distance myself from him. Not plastering myself against his body. His really hard, sculpted, warm body.” Daphne drifted off again and Anna snapped her fingers once more.

“Trent has changed a lot since high school. And I promise he would apologize if you gave him the chance.”

Daphne bit her lip. “I don’t want his apology. That was a completely different life. I want to move forward, not backward. But we were supposed to be moving toward a business relationship. He’s contracted to build my store.”