The Pint-Sized Secret. Sherryl Woods
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“What about this one?” Carly Winthrop asked, calling Brianna’s attention to a slender sheath of shimmery bronze. “It would be devastating with your coloring.”
Carly had picked the consignment shop for their lunch-hour excursion, declaring that the bargains were incredible. “All those rich biddies who can’t bear to be seen in the same dress twice take their castoffs there,” she had explained. “It’s like walking into designer heaven for all us poor folks.”
“How much?” Brianna asked, her gaze fixed on the bronze dress. She’d never owned anything like it and, to her amazement, she discovered she very much wanted to. She stiffened her resolve. “I’m not going bankrupt for this event.”
“Just try it on,” her assistant urged. “Then we’ll see about the price.”
“There’s a tag right on it,” Brianna pointed out. “What does it say?”
“It says it was made for you,” Carly responded, removing it and tucking it into her pocket. “Try it on.”
The dress really was a dream. Slinky and elegant at the same time, provocative but not daring. Brianna itched to reach out and run her fingers over the luxurious fabric. But a glimpse of the label told her that the dress had probably cost in the thousands when new. She doubted it had been reduced enough for her wallet.
“I’m sure I’ll find something else,” she said, unable to mask the regret in her voice.
“You want this dress,” Carly countered with the unerring conviction of a woman who’d learned to read her boss well. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“It doesn’t matter what I want. I’m not going to pay a fortune for a dress I’ll wear one time and that’s that.”
“Think of it as an investment. You’re going out with one of Houston’s wealthiest, most eligible bachelors. Reel him in and you can have a closet filled with dresses like this one.”
“I have no intention of reeling in Jeb Delacourt or anyone else,” Brianna replied firmly. “I don’t have time for a social life.”
“Then what do you call this date?”
“Lunacy.”
Carly blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
“It was a mistake, an impulse, a desire for revenge.”
“You have something against Mr. Delacourt?”
Brianna shook her head. “No, my battle is with someone else. Jeb is just giving me a chance to claim a very sweet victory.”
“Does he know that? Isn’t he going to be ticked off when he figures out you’re using him?”
“He knows,” Brianna assured her. “That’s how he got me to agree to go in the first place.”
Carly sank down on a delicate Queen Anne chair, the dress cascading over her lap in waves of bronze. “This is way too complicated for me. I like the kind of date where the guy who asks actually wants to spend time with me and vice versa.”
“In a perfect world, that’s what we all want. My world has veered sharply off course.”
“I don’t get it. You’re beautiful. You’re single. You have an incredible career. What’s off course?”
Carly’s incredulity was the price Brianna had to pay for keeping Emma a secret. “It’s not important,” she assured the young woman, who was fingering the fabric of the bronze dress longingly.
Brianna sighed. “Hand it over,” she said, gesturing for the dress. “It can’t hurt to try it on.”
“Isn’t that what I’ve been telling you?” Carly replied, beaming her approval. “You will knock them all dead in this dress.”
“Now there’s a goal to aspire to,” Brianna said wryly as she went into the dressing room.
She slipped off her shoes, then her blouse and skirt. A glance at the dress also assured her she’d have to ditch her bra, too. When she was ready, she slid the dress over her head and felt the soft glide of silky fabric caress her skin as it fell into place. She zipped it up before daring a look in the mirror. When she finally looked, her mouth fell open.
She looked…incredible. Sophisticated and ultrachic. Dazzling. Those were definitely words that had never been ascribed to her in the past. She was more inclined toward tailored clothes in the office and rugged outdoor wear for on-site explorations. This dress turned an inveterate tomboy into a sleek, desirable woman. She wanted to strip it off before she got too used to the image.
She wanted to wear it forever. That was such a dangerous desire that she reached quickly for the zipper, but it was stuck. She poked her head out of the dressing room and called for Carly.
“Let me see,” her assistant commanded.
Brianna shook her head. “Just help me get the zipper unstuck. It’s all wrong for me.”
Carly yanked open the dressing room curtain, then gaped. “Wrong? You think this is all wrong? Either you’re blind or you’ve been staying out in the sun way too long and it’s fried your brain. This dress is perfect. It’s devastating.”
Wear something sexy. You’ll bring him to his knees.
Jeb’s words came back to taunt her. Was that what she wanted? Did she want to see Max Coleman’s mouth drop open as hers and Carly’s had? Did she want him to regret the day he’d dismissed her? Yes, but not because she looked so darned good in a dress. She wanted him to regret it because she was great at what she did and he was a mean-spirited fool.
Still, it wouldn’t hurt to go to that ball armed and dangerous, so to speak. Temptation overruled logic. As Carly freed the zipper, Brianna made up her mind.
“I’ll take it.”
“Way to go, girl. Mr. Delacourt won’t know what hit him.”
Jeb? For just a moment, Brianna had been so intent on revenge, she’d almost forgotten her date. Sweet heaven, this was no dress to be wearing on a date with her boss. She needed something simple, a basic little black dress that could last for years, even if it did spend most of the time in the back of her closet. She swallowed hard and carefully replaced the bronze dress on its hanger.
“Carly, remember that black dress I was looking at?”
Carly’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “The one that looked as if it would suit your grandmother?”
“Yes, that one,” Brianna said firmly. “Get it for me, please.”
“Don’t tell me—”
“Just get it, okay? No lectures.”
“You’re going to regret this,” her assistant warned.
“No,” she said with a determined shake of her head. “No, I won’t.”
The black dress, with its long sleeves and white satin cuffs and collar, was sophisticated, too, she told herself. Even if she did look a little like a nun in it, she conceded, studying her reflection in the dressing room mirror. It was perfect for an evening with a man known far and wide as a scoundrel. It would send a very definite message that she wasn’t available, that this evening was all about business. Dignified and prim, it was the perfect solution.
She marched out to buy it, feeling reassured that there would be no contradictory messages being sent later that evening. But even as she stood at the counter to pay for it, her gaze kept straying around the consignment shop for one last glimpse of that spectacular bronze dress.
“Looking for something?” Carly inquired innocently.
“No,” she insisted.
“Well, it’s gone,” her assistant said. “In case you were interested, after all.”
Brianna