Daphne's POV
Sunday night came faster than I wanted. My stomach twisted as I stood in front of the long mirror, watching my own reflection move with the music. The lights above made my skin glow, and for a moment, I almost looked like I belonged here. But deep down, I was still that nervous nursing student pretending to be someone else.
Natasha leaned on the mirror frame, already dressed in a bold red set that hugged every curve of her body. She smirked, twirling a strand of her blonde hair.
"Calm down, babe." Tonight you can't back out. Once you're called, you have to go."
Her words made my chest tighten, but she was right. Tonight was different. Tonight was the exclusive bachelor party, the kind of event I had only heard whispers about since I started working here two weeks ago. There was no saying no.
The music stopped, and before I could grab my water bottle, the manager's voice cut through the room.
"Daphne."
I turned and saw him standing at the door, arms crossed, his face as serious as ever.
"You better not mess this up. I have already told you that you will attend the clients tonight. No excuses. No drama. Do you understand me?"
I swallowed hard and nodded. My heart was pounding, but I forced out, "Yes, sir."
Back in the dressing room, the air was thick with perfume and nervous laughter. The girls were lining up in front of the vanities, slipping into lace, satin, and silk. I sat at my station, staring at the set laid out for me…pink lingerie with delicate lace, paired with a thong that left little to the imagination.
My hands shook as I pulled it on. The soft fabric clung to my skin, making me feel both exposed and strangely powerful. I curled my long brunette hair into soft waves, letting it fall over my shoulders. The scent of hair spray filled the air as I locked it in place, making sure it would hold the entire night.
I added a touch of glitter to my chest, fixed the straps, and stood in front of the mirror again.
For the first time tonight, I didn't see the nervous girl anymore. I saw the role I had to play.
And ready or not, the night was just beginning.
Third Person's POV
Dustin leaned back in his leather chair, the knot of his tie loosened after a long day at work. The city lights spilled through his penthouse window, but his mind wasn't on the contracts stacked neatly on his desk, nor on the bachelor party he had just agreed to attend.
It was her.
The brunette on stage. Petite, fierce, every curve of her body burned into his memory like a brand he couldn't erase. He had only seen her once, yet it was enough to haunt him every night since.
When he closed his eyes, he saw her dancing, the shimmer of her skin under the lights, the way her hips moved in perfect rhythm. Even in his dreams, she came to him, teasing, tempting, leaving him restless. He would wake in the middle of the night, his body aching, his sheets tangled, his breath ragged from chasing the phantom of her touch.
He gave in to it. Night after night, Dustin let himself fall into the need she burned inside him. His mind was full of dirty pictures of her under him, moaning his name like she belonged to him. It made him crazy how much power she had without even knowing it.
He was a man who owned companies, who people feared and respected. But when he was alone at night, it was always her face he saw. It was her body he imagined when his hand wrapped around his hard length. Every time he stroked himself, he pictured Daphn…her soft hands on him, her tight grip, her warm throat under his touch. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to.
When his friend called to remind him about the upcoming bachelor party, Dustin agreed without much thought. He had no idea that fate was about to play its hand. No idea that the very woman who had been keeping him awake at night would be there, only a few steps away, in the flesh.
And when he saw her again… he knew there would be no going back.
The men arrived loud and eager, their laughter already filling the hotel suite as the waiters guided them inside. Crystal bottles of liquor gleamed under the warm lights, glasses clinking as they were filled to the brim. Smoke curled in the air, mixing with the strong scent of whiskey and expensive cologne.
Apollo, the groom-to-be, was the center of attention, grinning as his friends raised their glasses at him. "To Apollo!" someone shouted, and the rest echoed, their cheers rolling like thunder. Some men were already deep in business talk, while others leaned back, ready to let the night turn wild.
Dustin sat on the couch, one hand lazily holding a glass of dark liquor. He looked every bit the confident bachelor with broad shoulders, sharp suit, and a steady smile. But inside, he was restless. His mind wasn't on the party, not even on his best friend's celebration. It was elsewhere. On her. The dancer. The woman who invaded his nights, who lived inside his head, making him lose control in ways he swore he never would.
A sudden knock on the door made the men go quiet. Then the music started…deep, pulsing, the kind that crawled under the skin. The door swung open, and the women entered.
They walked in with slow, deliberate steps, hips swaying in time with the beat. The air shifted immediately, charged and electric. Every eye followed them as they carried in a massive box wrapped in a thick red ribbon, setting it down in the center of the room like a forbidden gift.
The girls moved closer, dancing, teasing, their bodies brushing against shoulders and laps, their laughter low and sultry. Men whistled, clapped, tossed bills onto the floor. The energy was raw, animalistic. Heat filled the room like fire catching air.
Dustin's jaw tightened as he watched. He told himself it was just another show, but his body betrayed him while his blood rushing fast, skin prickling, hunger curling low in his stomach.
Then Natasha, eyes glinting like she was in on some delicious secret, walked to Apollo. She leaned over him, her lips brushing his ear, her voice dripping with temptation as she whispered, "Open it."
The men roared in approval, chanting for him to do it. Apollo, half-drunk and grinning, tugged the ribbon loose.
The bow slipped free. The lid opened slowly.
And out of the shadows, the surprise was revealed.
Daphne.