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  “That sounds almost as promising as my job interview. Maybe more promising because you could get a couple of prospects.”

  The comment eased away the little bit of confusion Eloise had had about this deal. Ricky was Olivia and Tucker’s friend. He hadn’t made a pass. He’d made a deal. She liked deals. She liked giving something to get something. She absolutely hated charity.

  So she’d try this, giving him one date to prove himself. And if he didn’t, she’d end it.

  This did not have to be something to stress over.

  He called around ten o’clock, apologetic because the first party he needed her to attend with him was that night.

  “Already? It won’t even be December for two days.”

  “My friends start early.” He paused, then said, “Is that a problem?”

  “No. It’s fine. It might be Saturday, but I don’t date and I don’t have enough money to go out myself.” She winced, realizing how pathetic she sounded. “I meant that to be reassuring, not whiny.”

  “Yeah. I got it.”

  “So what time will you pick me up?”

  “Around eight.” He hesitated, not sounding any more sure of this weird arrangement than she was, then added, “This party is being thrown by my banker.”

  “Any idea how I should dress?”

  “I think the same way you did for Tucker and Olivia’s party.” He paused. “You looked nice.”

  The simple compliment gave her far too much pleasure. She shook it off. “Thanks. But that was a cocktail dress. If this event is formal, I may need to wear a gown.”

  “It’s black tie at the Waldorf.”

  “I’m wearing a gown.”

  “Fine. But don’t be waiting in the lobby of your building. Let me come up. I don’t want my driver telling his other driver buddies that I make my dates meet me on the street.”

  She hadn’t wanted them to get too personal, but the whole point was for this to look real. He was right; it would be odd if she was waiting for him in her building lobby. “Okay.”

  She headed back to her bedroom to find something to wear. With twelve cocktail dresses, several ball gowns and just about anything he needed her to wear for any occasion, she had plenty of possibilities. Except everything she owned was out of style.

  She pulled a red gown from the rack. She would think bankers would like red... No. No. Green. Like money. With a laugh, she reached for a green velvet gown. It would need tons of updating, but she didn’t care. In the past few years, she’d developed a way with scissors and a needle and thread. She’d gotten so good at refurbishing old clothes that she’d actually bought a secondhand sewing machine so she could make real alterations.

  Smiling as she went in search of her scissors, she realized she was really looking forward to going out. She would meet people in a position to hire her. But also she had a reason to dress up. To socialize. Maybe even dance. It would be fun.

  She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had fun.

  As long as Ricky Langley really was a gentleman, this arrangement could be good for a bundle of reasons.

  He arrived a little before eight. Still excited, she opened the door, and her eyes widened. She’d forgotten how good-looking he was. Dressed in a tux with a black top coat, he was so gorgeous, so sophisticated, he could have been the king of a small country.

  She quickly pulled herself together. His amazingness did not matter. She did not want to be attracted to anybody. She wanted a job.

  “Let me get my coat.”

  Nodding, he strolled into her apartment, but she didn’t give him a lot of time to look around. It wasn’t that she was ashamed of her living space. Actually, she was proud of the fact that she had come as far as she had with absolutely no help. But she was eager to get out the door and go to a party. In a pretty gown. Something she’d made even prettier.

  She flipped her cape over her back and walked toward him.

  “You look incredible.”

  Pride sizzled through her. He wouldn’t have said that if he’d seen this dress five hours ago. “Thanks. I loved this dress when I bought it.” They walked to the door, and she closed it behind them. “So it was fantastic to have a reason to bring it up to date.”

  She led the way down the stairs.

  “You updated your dress?”

  “Yes. I took off the collar and the belt and did a little something to the back.”

  “Oh.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him. “You don’t have to worry that I’m going to embarrass you. I don’t have money to buy new things, but I have plenty of old things I can fix or update. And I’ve gotten very good with a sewing machine. No one will even notice that this dress used to look totally different.”

  The conversation died, and they stayed silent on the drive to the Waldorf. The building façade had been covered in white lights, which were also woven through the branches of the fir trees standing like sentinels on both side of the entryway.

  Memories of the time she’d come here with her parents flooded her. It had been her first formal party, and she was so nervous at meeting her dad’s friends and business associates that she’d sworn real butterflies were in her tummy.

  Mind your manners.

  Don’t speak unless spoken to.

  You are a guest. The daughter of a wealthy man. Your comportment should say that.

  The doorman came over and opened the door of Ricky’s limo.

  She drew in a breath and let him help her out. That’s when she saw the other attendees. Furs. Diamonds. Hair coiffed to perfection.

  She slid her hand down her cape, which looked foolish compared to the furs being worn by the other women exiting limos, and turned to Ricky. “I’m guessing the guy knows a few wealthy people.”

  He smiled, motioning for her to walk under the portico and to the steps leading to the hotel. “Expect a camera or two on the way in. A photographer for the society pages will take a shot of everyone in the hope of getting something for tomorrow’s paper.”

  She faltered. “Oh.” Her mother might live in Kentucky, but she got all the New York papers so she could “keep up” with her own kind. She lived and breathed the society pages.

  Fear shimmied along her nerve endings. She couldn’t seem to make her feet move. She hadn’t seen her parents in five years. Not since they’d disowned her. But if they saw her at a society event with a wealthy man, God only knew what they’d do. Happy she’d finally come to her senses, would they call her? Pretend nothing had happened? And if they did, what would she do? Was she lonely enough, desperate enough, to pretend it was okay that they hadn’t cared that her husband had died and that she was struggling to get her bearings?

  She squeezed her eyes shut. Why hadn’t she thought of this?

  Ricky’s voice came to her slowly, softly. “You don’t mind getting your picture taken, do you?”

  She popped her eyes open. “It depends on where it will end up.”

  He took her elbow and guided her up the steps to the entryway. “Probably nowhere. We’d have to be important enough for a society columnist to want to comment on us.”

  “And you’re not important?”

  Another uniformed hotel employee opened the door and they walked inside. “Last year I was everybody’s charity case. This year, I’m nothing. You’re safe.”

  Relief poured through her, but it was short-lived. Not only was she in a dress from five years ago, updated by collar-and-belt removal, but also no one could predict who a society columnist might deem important to write about. If Ricky Langley hadn’t dated anybody in a year, his suddenly appearing with a woman might spark curiosity.

  As they walked through the ornate lobby, she saw a camera raised toward her, and as smoothly as possible, she ducked behind Ricky.

  He
turned. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, I just thought because you have the invitation, you should go first.”

  He frowned. “The lobby is wide enough that we can walk side by side.”

  Seeing the photographer’s attention had been caught by another guest, she laughed. “Of course. I’m sorry.”

  They entered the elevator and rode up to the ballroom in silence. Ricky noticed that she’d kept hugging her cape, almost as if she was trying to hide it, and winced a bit internally. She clearly believed she didn’t belong here and was embarrassed.

  But wariness overcame his worry. This was their first date. He wanted her to have a good time and meet perspective employers, but he was more concerned with how his friends reacted to her. If they didn’t believe their dating was real, then all bets were off, and she wouldn’t have to worry about how she looked.

  The doors opened, and they walked out of the elevator together.

  He caught her gaze. “Let me take your cape for coat check.”

  She slid it off and handed it to him. He shrugged out of his top coat and gave the two to the young woman manning the station.

  They turned to go into the dimly lit foyer that would take them to the ballroom, and a photographer snapped their picture. Eloise’s face drained of color. He would’ve sworn she swayed.

  At Tucker and Olivia’s party, she’d given him the impression she was as close to a princess as a woman could be without actually being royalty. Yet she was suddenly shaking in her shoes.

  “Are you okay?”

  She faced him with an overbright smile. “Yeah. Sure. I’m fine.”

  He knew she wasn’t. Her eyes shone with fear. Her face was pasty white.

  “You’re not afraid to meet these people, are you?”

  She sucked in a breath. “I need to meet these people.”

  “So what’s wrong?”

  “I hate to have my picture taken.”

  Which explained all the questions she’d had about the photographers...but raised new ones about why she wouldn’t want her picture taken.

  Before he could say anything, regal Eloise reappeared. She straightened to her full height. Her expression shifted. The green dress that she’d altered slid along her curves like decadence incarnate. She turned and headed for the entrance to the ballroom, and Ricky’s eyes bulged.

  The neckline might be normal in the front, but the back dipped to the bottom of her spine. Smooth yellow hair flirted with her naked skin, swishing back and forth.

  His mouth watered.

  How the hell had he missed that her dress had virtually no back?

  Realizing he wasn’t following her, she stopped and faced him. “Do you like getting your picture taken by people you don’t know?”

  He raced to catch up with her. “I’ve been getting my picture taken by strangers for so long I guess it doesn’t faze me anymore. Especially because they rarely turn up anywhere.”

  She shook her mane of yellow hair down her back and strode ahead again. “Fine.”

  Watching her walk away, he stood frozen. The smooth material of her dress caressed her perfect butt so well the fact that she didn’t like getting her picture taken faded into insignificance. At Tucker and Olivia’s he’d noticed she was gorgeous, but in that dress she was a showstopper.

  Which was perfect. One look at her and everybody would totally understand why he had come out of his self-imposed social hiatus and was going out with her.

  Imagining his friends’ reactions to her, he bit back a cheesy grin and caught up to her right before the desk where he’d present his invitation. There could be a million reasons why she didn’t like getting her picture taken, and most of them were innocent. He wasn’t going to ruin what could be the perfect return to the party scene with unfounded suspicions.

  “If it’s any consolation, cameras are off-limits in the party.”

  “Yes. It is a consolation.”

  He presented his invitation at the discreet desk by the entry, and they were routed to the greeting line for the host and hostess.

  Paul Montgomery’s eyes lit when he saw Eloise. “My darling, however did you get this guy to finally break down and bring a date somewhere?”

  She laughed and slid her arm through Ricky’s. “We met at the party of a mutual friend.”

  “Tucker and Olivia Engle,” Ricky said, shaking the old man’s hand. “She’s a friend of Olivia’s. I’m a friend of Tucker’s.”

  “Oh, we love Olivia,” Mrs. Paul Montgomery said, leaning in to air kiss Eloise’s cheek. “She simply glows with her pregnancy.”

  Eloise smiled. “She certainly does. She will make an amazing mother.”

  Their twenty seconds of greeting time expended, Ricky and Eloise were guided to the next section, where they were given their table number and a hand-carved Christmas ornament as a gift from the Montgomerys.

  The huge ballroom shimmered with laughing, talking people. Rich red velvet drapes billowed from ceiling-high windows and glittered festively as if they’d been sprinkled with stardust. Round tables boasted gold tablecloths and huge centerpieces of calla lilies and evergreens accented by a ribbon of gold that wove through them.

  Ricky took Eloise’s hand and guided her through the sea of round tables. “That went smoothly.”

  “Our story’s very believable.”

  “Then we’ll stick with it.” He paused, turned and caught her gaze. Now that he’d realized the impact gorgeous Eloise would make on his friends, a bit of fear tugged at his gut.

  “We’re seated with some of my best friends. I don’t want them to know you’re a fake date. These are the people I most want to reassure that I’m fine. Dating someone is the living, breathing symbol of that. If we’re convincing enough, they won’t ask questions. They’ll see I’m fine.”

  “Okay.”

  “But if anybody even suspects you’re a fake date, I’m going to look pathetic. This has to be as real as possible for my friends to buy in. That means I’m going to put my arm around you.”

  She nodded.

  He sucked in a breath. “And we’re going to dance because I love to dance, and it will look odd if I bring a date and don’t dance.”

  She straightened the collar of his tux, then tightened his bow tie, the gesture both casual and intimate. His nerves shivered. Not from fear of her touch, but from easy acceptance of her fingers on him. Which scared him to death. She was gorgeous and, probably like every other man in this room, he wanted to touch her and be touched by her. Their situation might be fake, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t get the feelings.

  “Relax. Not only do we seem to be compatible, but I have dated a guy or two. I know how to act.”

  He sniffed a laugh. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay. We’re actually doing better than people on a real date because we’re not afraid to be honest.”

  He fought a wince. She would not be pleased if he’d honestly tell her that her little ministrations with his bow tie had shot white-hot need through his veins. “I guess that’s true.”

  “So if either one of us does anything wrong, we know we can be honest and tell the other one.”

  Okay. As long as they weren’t admitting things like awakening hormones, he could get on board with that. “That’s good.”

  She took his hand. “We are going to ace this.”

  He led the way to the table and introduced Eloise to his first business partner, Elias Greene, and his fiancée Bridget O’Malley, the couple getting married on Christmas Eve. As they sat down, another friend, George Russell and his wife, Andi, joined them.

  When introduced, Eloise smiled and nodded, and the knots in Ricky’s stomach began to unravel. He expected the husbands to fawn all over her, but he would have never guessed the wives would instantly like her.


  Andi leaned over and caught Eloisa’s hand. “I love your dress.”

  She laughed. “What? This old thing?”

  Andi sniffed. “Okay. Don’t tell me where you got it.”

  “Actually, I do a lot of my own designing.”

  Andi’s mouth fell open. “You made that?”

  “I bought it, then sort of reorganized it to suit my tastes.”

  Ricky liked the way she stuck with the truth. She didn’t announce that she was broke, but she didn’t pretend to be someone she wasn’t. He took a sip from his water glass, his nerves settling and his faith in their deal reviving. She was doing very well.

  They ate salad, filet mignon and simple baked potatoes, and an elaborate chocolate mousse creation for dessert, then Paul gave a toast that was more of a thank-you for coming and blessing to all in the new year, Then the dancing started.

  Eloise turned to him with a smile. “I know you’re dying to dance.”

  For the first time in his life, he wasn’t. Her dress had no back. He was going to have to put his hands on her.

  But his friends expected him to dance, so he gave her points for being a step ahead of the game.

  He rose and took her hand. They threaded through the tables to the dance floor and kept going until they were in the center of the throng of people. This far into the dancers, they couldn’t be seen by his friends at their table or even by anyone curious enough to seek them out.

  As he pulled her to him, he let his hand fall to the small of her back and found soft, supple skin. But a quick mental review of her dress told him that if he were to lower his hands until he found fabric, he’d be fondling her butt.

  Leaving his hand where it was, he cleared his throat. “Interesting back on this dress.”

  She laughed and winced. “Sorry.”

  “Oh, no. It’s not a problem.” Most guys would kill for the opportunity to touch you like this. But, of course, he didn’t add that out loud. He looked down into her smiling face. “You seem like you’re having fun.”

  “Honestly, the steak alone with worth the evening for me.”

  He twirled them around. “Not much steak in the diet of someone scrambling to make a living.”