The gala was in full swing when I arrived, and I watched Theo do a doubletake when he saw me. I smiled in satisfaction when he walked away from the coworker he'd been talking to.
"You look gorgeous, darling," he praised, bending to drop a kiss on my red lips.
I leaned into the kiss instead of doing the opposite like I usually did.
He raised an eyebrow, surprised. I resisted the urge to do a three-sixty for him.
I looked amazing, if I do say so myself. The makeup artist and hairstylist had done fabulous jobs, and the red dress I wore was revealing as hell with a plunging neckline, non-existent back, and thigh-high slit. My look was completed with matching red strappy stilettos.
Theo didn't try to hide the fact that he was shamelessly checking me out.
Smiling, I slid a small card
