Larissa's POV
Inside the elevator, I noticed Carson watching my reflection in the polished metal doors. His dark eyes traced every curve of my silhouette.
"Enjoying the view?" I asked, borrowing his own phrase from earlier.
His gaze locked with mine through our reflections. "More than I should."
My pulse quickened despite my efforts to stay composed. The confined space felt charged with electricity as we descended toward the lobby.
"Listen carefully," Carson said, his tone becoming serious. "Tonight you're not my assistant or my contract bride. You're my woman. My girlfriend."
"I understand the arrangement," I said, touching the diamond necklace resting against my throat.
"Do you?" He moved behind me, his broad chest almost brushing my shoulders. "If you can't sell this performance, everything we've worked for crumbles."
