P.S. I Dare You Blog Tour
Amazon Dear Ms. Keane, Before this ridiculous little arrangement commences, Iād like to make myself indubitably clear: I know who you are, I know that my father hired you, I know why my father hired you, and lastly, your services arenāt needed. In fact, I want no part of my fatherās billion-dollar empire, and him āgiftingā me with one of the ābest concierges in the countyā wonāt change that. Heās wasting his money. Youāre wasting your time. However, seeing as how you foolishly signed an ironclad contract with an Act of God clause and my father has strong-armed me into taking this position, it appears as though weāre stuck togetherāat least until your contract is up next month. That said, our time together at WellesTech should be relatively painless but please donāt fool yourself into thinking I donāt notice when that pretty little stare lingers a little too long or the way your breath catches when our hands graze. Youāre fascinated by me and it kills yo...