The Pint-Sized Secret

Instead, she said softly, “Formal?”

He turned back, feigning confusion. “What was that?”

She frowned at him. “I asked if it was formal?”

“Definitely black tie,” he said. “Wear something sexy. You’ll bring him to his knees.”

Amusement seemed to flit across her face at that. “And you, Mr. Delacourt? Will it bring you to your knees?”

“Could be. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” To his sincere regret, in the past couple of minutes he’d discovered it was definitely possible. That alone should have been warning enough to induce him to abandon his investigation before it went wildly awry. Instead, it merely increased his anticipation.

Agreeing to go to a charity ball with Jeb Delacourt was quite possibly the dumbest thing she’d ever done, Brianna told herself as she raced around with her assistant during their lunch hour on Friday trying to find an appropriate gown that wouldn’t destroy her budget for the next six months. She had waited until the last minute as if to prove to herself that the evening didn’t matter.

And of course it didn’t mean anything. How could it? She barely knew Jeb Delacourt. They’d exchanged a few polite words on occasion, but that was it. She knew he had a reputation as a charming rogue, and she’d certainly seen evidence of that when he’d shown up in her office. He’d known just what to say to entice her into breaking her rule against dating coworkers. She would have to stay on her guard constantly.

But this ball wasn’t about spending an evening with Jeb at all. Not really. As he had guessed, it was about seeing Max Coleman again, maybe even forcing him to eat crow over his cruel, unsympathetic treatment of her during the worst weeks of her life. The opportunity to slap him in the face with her new success at Delacourt Oil had been too irresistible to pass up, just as Jeb had guessed it would be.

That was her reason for accepting. It remained to be seen what Jeb’s motives had been for seeking her out and asking her to share the evening with him. She sincerely doubted it had been some altruistic inclination to help her get even with her old boss. She also couldn’t help wondering just how much Jeb knew about her firing. The dismissal itself was common knowledge. The reasons behind it were less so. Even back then, she had worked very hard to keep her private life private.

Whatever Jeb’s motives, she was determined to avoid “sexy” at all costs. She’d seen the glint of masculine appreciation in his eyes. She figured his imagination was working overtime as it was. There was no point in giving him anything blatantly provocative to work with. She intended to keep Friday night all-business or die trying.

“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.