Undressed. Heather Macallister

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      Elizabeth was being overly cautious. Inefficient. And so help her, a bit of a fuddy-duddy for somebody only in her early thirties.

      She needed to loosen up and she needed to loosen up with Bill—William—her partner, the owner of Tuxedo Park. The man had it so bad for her and the toe-curling looks he gave her when he thought no one was watching made Lia bemoan the lack of eligible single men in Rocky Falls.

      Where all these brides found all these men to marry was a mystery to Lia. But she wasn’t going to settle and she wasn’t going to worry about it. She was only twenty-five. She had plenty of time.

      “Did you verify that all associates downloaded their information before they left for the day?” Elizabeth asked as she always did.

      “Yes,” Lia replied, as she always did.

      “Did you know we’re dressing the entire Brantley wedding?”

      Lia had not known. “Even the mothers?” This was why she’d pushed for electronic efficiency.

      “Even the grandmothers.” A rare smile of triumph creased Elizabeth’s face. “They made their final selections this afternoon. The whole wedding party will be wearing pinks ranging from touches of blush on the bridal gown to deep rose on the grandmothers. The photographs are going to be stunning.”

      Lia’s heart actually started pounding. “That’s so great.” She was already visualizing advertising. The salon needed more big-ticket weddings like this. And an entire party willing to coordinate was every bridal designer and salon’s dream.

      “Yes. It is. It really is.” Elizabeth exhaled and removed the scarf from around her neck.

      All associates wore black suits and Elizabeth, and only Elizabeth, wore a tie or scarf. Lia had rarely seen her neck.

      “We will monitor the selections very closely and I’m counting on you to impress upon the manufacturer how important this order is.”

      She reached for her collar and unbuttoned the top button.

      Whoa. And then she unbuttoned the second one, actually revealing a sliver of skin.

      She caught Lia staring. “Too much?”

      She was serious. The woman was so tightly wound she had doubts about showing two inches of skin.

      “For…?”

      “William is taking me to dinner to celebrate.”

      Of course he was. Lia wished she could pour her boss into a sexy little black dress for the poor man.

      “We’re going to the Wainright Inn—are your folks at home, or is your dad still off on the wine-buying trip?”

      “He’s just back. Let me call them.” Lia whipped out her cell phone. “Soft-shell crab is in season and he found a great wine to go with it.”

      “Oh, you don’t—”

      Lia held up her hand. If she couldn’t get Elizabeth into the little black dress, then at least she could help William romance Elizabeth this way. “There’s a private party tonight, so I want to make sure they keep at least one bottle back for you.”

      As she spoke to the Wainright sommelier she gestured that Elizabeth should undo one more button.

      Elizabeth shook her head. “This isn’t a date. William and I will be discussing the vests and cravats he’ll have to order for the men. Naturally, we’ll want them made of the same fabric.”

      Poor William.

      Poor Elizabeth. Or Beth Ann, as he called her, except Lia knew better than to admit she knew that.

      “Wear the lace jacket,” Lia surprised herself by saying after she closed her phone.

      “I beg your pardon?”

      “Wear the lace jacket,” Lia repeated. “Think of it as advertising. No one has ordered it because it doesn’t look good on the hanger. It’s such a great topper for the mothers and grandmothers.” Before Elizabeth could object, Lia went to get the sample. The style came in the usual colors, including a black lace over nude, which was what Lia had originally been thinking of.

      But that was before she saw the flesh-toned peach over nude.

      Holy cow. Her boss’s pale skin was an almost exact match. In the warm, carefully muted lighting of the Wainright dining room, Elizabeth wouldn’t look as though she wasn’t wearing much of anything.

      Could Lia convince her to wear it? Should she convince her to wear it? In the bright interior light of the salon, it wouldn’t look as sexy as at the Wainright. That could be a good thing.

      Lia plucked the pale lace jacket from the rack and brought it to her boss. It was a size smaller than the black, but would fit if Elizabeth went without a blouse. “I found a flaw in the black lace, but I love this with your skin tone.” Lia briskly removed the hanger and held the jacket out.

      When Elizabeth took it and hesitated, Lia added, “Dinner at the Wainright is such a great opportunity to show the jacket. Put it on while I get the right earrings.”

      In the display case, Lia found the delicate sparkly hanging earrings she had in mind and returned to the dressing area, not sure whether or not she’d pushed her boss too far. But then she thought of William’s lustful gaze—William’s hot, searing, sizzling, I-know-my-way-around-a-woman’s-body gaze…If a man ever looks at me that way, so help me I will pay attention, she vowed.

      Elizabeth was tying the ribbon belt on the jacket when Lia returned with the earrings.

      Omigod. Lia flipped on more lights before Elizabeth looked up and saw the full effect in the mirror. I am so ordering that jacket.

      The thing fit her like a second skin and had the perfect V neckline, sexy but not slutty.

      Maybe Lia should order it in two colors.

      “This is a Clive Hamilton, isn’t it?” Elizabeth smoothed the jacket over her hips and checked the rear view.

      “Yes. This is the only design of his we carry.”

      Elizabeth merely nodded before they both heard William at the door.

      “Hey, Beth Ann, you ready for a hot time in the old town tonight?”

      Elizabeth grimaced and Lia wondered if William fully grasped how much her boss loathed it when he said things like that.

      “William.” Elizabeth closed her eyes.

      And because she closed her eyes, she didn’t see what Lia saw, which was the stunned expression on William’s face when he first caught sight of her.

      Lia dimmed the lights and watched his knuckles turn white where he gripped the door handle.

      Yeah. She was definitely ordering the jacket for herself.

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