"Is this another PR stunt to fix your image?" I asked Theodore as I stepped out of the limousine that had picked me up from my apartment. "Or do you actually care about the cause?"
I struggled to look in his eyes after our little fun yesterday. I had given myself a pep talk the entire day, trying to convince myself that my revenge plan was still moving smoothly. Some coitus here and there was just natural human instincts. It didn't mean anything.
And that leads us to the second reason why I couldn't look him in the eyes: the tracker that was safely tucked away in my purse. I had no idea how I was going to get it on him without him noticing, but I needed to do it before the night was over.
"Both," Theodore's lips curved into a sardonic smile. "Philanthropy with a side of reputation manag
