Larissa's POV
"I need to change first," I managed, amazed that my voice sounded so controlled. "This gown isn't exactly practical for flying."
Carson gave a brief nod and pressed the intercom button. "Driver, take us to the penthouse before heading to the airfield."
"Understood, sir," the driver's voice crackled back.
Carson's palm stayed pressed against my thigh, the heat from his touch making my skin tingle beneath the silk fabric. "You looked absolutely breathtaking tonight," he murmured. "Half the men at that reception wanted to steal you away from me."
"Does it matter when none of this is genuine?" The question escaped before I could catch it.
His gaze locked with mine, something intense flickering in those dark depths. "Our contract might have brought us together for business reasons, but that doesn't make every moment between us a performance."
