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shiny, elegant patent leather with four-inch stiletto heels.
    Holly stood in the kitchen doorway, watching Ally unpack her unexpected treasure trove. “Looks like Cinderella scored some extra-fancy duds for the ball.”
    Ally glanced at her roommate, then back at the dress and shoes still piled in their box on the coffee table. “I can’t accept this. The dress is an original, for God’s sake. It must’ve cost Eric thousands.”
    “He can afford it. His wife never left the house wearing anything cheaper than Chanel.”
    “Except I’m not his wife.”
    Holly nodded at the box. “Still, it’d be a shame if you sent it all back without trying it on first, wouldn’t it?”
    So much for willpower. Took Ally a grand total of five seconds to snatch up the dress and shoes and march into the bathroom to see how the outfit looked in the full-length mirror. The silk sheath whispered over her skin like a feather’s kiss, an absolute perfect fit—in fact, almost too perfect. It clung to her every curve, leaving no bra strap or panty line to the imagination.
    Before she lost her nerve, she took everything off, then slipped the dress back on again. This time it fit like a coat of wet paint, the beads gently swaying with her every move, rustling like leaves in a spring breeze. The shoes were her size too, their height lengthening her petite legs and lifting her ass so it looked like a round, delectable apple. She marveled at Eric’s uncanny talent for guessing her sizes, until she recalled that she was roughly the same height and weight as Barbara, and he must’ve seen the 7 emblazoned on the insides of her ruined pumps when she’d taken them off the other night. Still, she had to hand it to him, both for his daring and his exquisite taste. She’d never worn an outfit that made her look—or feel—so blatantly sexy.
    Holly whistled approvingly when Ally came out to show her the ensemble. “Guess you won’t be wearing pantyhose tonight.”
    “I can’t go out like this, Hol. I feel like I’m walking around naked!”
    “That’s the idea.” Her roommate grinned. “You’ll have every man in the room groveling at your feet within thirty seconds—and probably a few of the women too.”
    “Looking like a high-priced hooker’s not going to help me snag any interviews.”
    “You don’t look like a hooker. You look fucking gorgeous . Why do you think Eric sent you the dress in the first place? Trust me—you show up wearing that, and you won’t have any problem getting people to talk to you.”
    Ally smoothed down the front of the dress, shivering as the silk tickled her skin, raising gooseflesh all over. “You really think so?”
    “If I’m wrong, I’ll take the couch for the next month.”
    As promised, Eric’s limo arrived at the stroke of seven-thirty. Ally slid into the spacious leather-upholstered backseat, unsure whether she should feel more like a fairy princess about to be whisked off to some magical land, or the proverbial lamb waiting for a hammer between the eyes.
    Her mouth went dry as Eric opened the penthouse door and ushered her inside—and not just because he looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored Armani tux. When he’d mentioned a soirée the other night, she’d envisioned a small, intimate gathering, but there had to be at least fifty people here, filling the living room and spilling out on the balcony. She gave the room a quick scan and recognized two or three CEOs, a couple of prominent hedge fund managers and several other major players in the financial world.
    Crowds didn’t usually put her so ill at ease, but it had been a long time since she’d faced a throng of this caliber. Eric had obviously noticed her anxiety; he tucked her hand around his arm and gave it a warm squeeze. “You okay?”
    “I, um, wasn’t expecting anything like this.”
    “Why don’t we get you something to drink before we start mingling?”
    “Good idea.” She followed him to the bar before realizing