Larissa's POV
"It was just business," I said firmly, hoping my voice sounded more convincing than I felt. "Carson had questions about the quarterly projections."
"Business that lasted over an hour?" Estelle raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical.
"Some executives are detail-oriented," I replied, aware that my face was probably giving me away.
"I'm sure he's very detail-oriented," Libby grinned wickedly. "Especially when it comes to certain details."
"You're impossible," I groaned, though I couldn't suppress a smile.
"Seriously, Larissa," Juliette leaned forward conspiratorially. "You can trust us if there's something developing."
"Nothing is developing," I said with more force than necessary. "The man is practically a stranger."
"Then maybe it's time to change that," Estelle suggested casually. "He's unattached, wealthy, and the way he looks at you could melt steel."
