He smiled down at her. “I think you like the attention.”
“Maybe.” She winked and he executed a couple of intricate steps, spinning her around him a few times, before bringing her back again. The song came to an end and he brought her in for a hug. When the song changed, Trent had to laugh. It was so fitting. “Firecracker” by Josh Turner came through the speakers. Daphne playfully punched him in the shoulder but she fit right back into his arms as they took off at almost a racing pace. It was a very fast two-step but once again Daphne kept up with him completely and he fell even more in love with her. He loved that she loved to dance.
He bent to whisper in her ear. "God, baby, I love to watch you move." He winked and she laughed. Then she began to sashay her hips more and she was sight to watch. He almost missed a step and she gave him a knowing look.
By the time the song was over they were both sweating. They took a breather and both went back to the booth to grab some water. They were alone when they got back, Anna and Liam had passed them headed to the dance floor. Trent high-fived Liam but he noticed the other man looked rather nervous as Anna dragged him closer to the square.
“You’ve got some good moves, Ms. Brooks.” Trent grazed her butt again. This time she didn’t brush her hand away. They were standing at their booth and no one was around them. She leaned into his touch, so he let his hand linger for a moment.
“You haven’t even begun to see all of my moves, Mr. Bradshaw.” Daphne leaned into his body, and placed her hand on his cheek. Then she placed a chaste kiss on his lips. He threw his head back and laughed, falling deeper and deeper in love with her.
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Daphne still couldn’t believe the way her heart fluttered every time Trent whispered in her ear, or touched her, even if it was just a graze. She looked up at him, his laugh was incredibly infections and she loved the easy way they fit together. He was right. She did need this night out to take her mind off of the things that had happened recently.
“You want to wait for a while longer or would you like to go back out on the dance floor?” They had moved to sitting in the booth while they watched Anna try to get Liam to lead her around the dance floor. He was a very good doctor but he didn’t have a whole lot of rhythm.
Daphne was curled underneath his shoulder in the booth, and he placed a kiss down on her forehead. “Actually, I was thinking you should go save Liam and Anna. She loves to dance and I think she would love to be spun around by your awesome moves for a little while.”
“You are full of surprises, baby. I would love to dance with Anna. I just don’t want you to be jealous. You know I only have eyes for you.” His line was so cheesy, but she couldn’t help the way the butterflies moved in her stomach to his words.
“Oh I know. You haven’t even noticed the group of women in the other corner who ogle your butt every time we dance near them. But I know you will be good to Anna, and I have absolutely no jealous toward her. So go show her a little fun. Liam is starting to look nauseous.” She gently pushed him out of the booth and he held up his hands in surrender.
Daphne watched the look of relief cross Liam’s face when Trent asked to cut in and laughed as he raced away before Anna could protest. But as soon as Trent scooped her up, a huge smile spread across her face and she didn’t seem to mind anymore.
Liam reached for his beer and slid into the booth, with his leg propped up and his back against the wall so that he was able to see the dance floor. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I have no idea if that was your ideas or his, but I thank you just the same. I feel terrible every time we come here. Anna loves to dance but I have two left feet no matter how many lessons she gives me.”
Anna and Trent danced for a few songs and Daphne and Liam chatted about the hospital and Liam’s hectic schedule. She wasn’t aware that Anna and Liam rarely got to spend the night together. With both of them working at the hospital, they were on-call most of the time and rarely got a day off together. Daphne felt guilty that she didn’t know that and decided she and Anna needed to spend some more time together.
She returned her attention to the dance floor, watching as Trent dipped, twirled, and two-stepped with Anna. He was an incredible dancer and she knew she was lucky. Watching wasn’t so bad either. Trent danced almost like he fucked and that was impressive. Every movement was calculated but fluid. It was expertly executed. It was seductive. Daphne’s scrap-of-lace panties were getting soaked watching his body move and thinking about what they could be doing if they were alone.
Liam’s attention was on his own wife, so there was no awkward silence. Daphne had to give it to her friend. She might be a better dancer than Daphne. Trent and Anna moved amazingly together. Daphne knew she could follow his lead well. But it seemed that Anna almost anticipated what Trent was going to do next, making her move an extension of his.