Larissa's POV
"Keep looking," Carson commanded, his voice low against my ear.
I continued scrolling through the photographs, each one more compromising than the previous. The intimacy captured in every frame made my stomach flutter with nervous energy.
"Most of these don't show my face clearly," I observed, a wave of relief washing through me. "But anyone familiar with me would know immediately."
"Exactly what we wanted." Carson reclaimed the tablet, navigating to another entertainment website that had already featured our story. "The people who matter will recognize you."
"This feels surreal," I breathed, the full weight of our charade suddenly crashing down on me. "Everyone will assume we're romantically involved."
"Most likely," Carson responded with casual indifference.
He paused on another image where his palm rested provocatively against the small of my back. "That was always the intention."
