Larissa's POV
"I'm being serious," I said firmly, folding my arms across my chest. "This arrangement is strictly for appearances and convenience. Don't read anything more into it."
"I'm not reading into anything," Carson replied, his attention focused on the traffic ahead. "You're the one creating scenarios in your head."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know exactly what I mean." His voice took on a deeper tone. "Standing there in that green lingerie set, staring at me like you wanted me to do something about it."
Heat flooded my cheeks. "That's not what happened!"
"Isn't it?" He shot me a sideways look, his mouth curving slightly. "Then explain why you asked me to turn around. Why you let me see you wearing practically nothing."
"I was being efficient," I protested weakly. "It was faster that way."
