Confessions of a Lingerie Addict

BRENDA'S -- not VICTORIA'S -- SECRET

The fixation began on New Year's Day: Silky, expensive slips from New York and Italy. Camisoles and thongs from Beverly Hills. Before, Brenda Scott would have blushed to be caught dead in them. Now, she'd ditched the shy and mousy persona that had gotten her dumped by her rich and perfect fiance, and she was sexy. Underneath her sensible clothes, Brenda was the woman she wanted to be.

After all, why couldn't she be wild and crazy? Nick, the sexy stranger she'd met on New Year's, already seemed to think she was. Of course, he didn't know the old Brenda. He didn't know about her brother and his failed life. He'd know about her mother's embarrassing new boy-toy. He didn't know Brenda's awful boss. How long before Nick stripped it all away and found the truth beneath? And would that be a bad thing?

In life, it seemed, it was all about what you put on and what you left off. And, of course, who you were wearing it for.