Larissa's POV
Carson considered my question while tracing patterns on his coffee mug with his thumb. "Not on a regular basis. Maybe twice a week when my schedule allows."
"And who gets the privilege of your company? Models? High society women? Random pickups from upscale bars?"
He placed his mug on the nightstand and settled back against the headboard with that familiar air of confidence. "It varies. Sometimes models from charity galas. Other times women I meet during business functions."
"So you sleep with whoever strikes your fancy?" The bite in my voice surprised even me. Why should I care about his bedroom activities?
"I have standards, if that's your concern. But yes, I appreciate diversity."
"Do they all receive the exclusive Carson Gary post-encounter coffee treatment?" I gripped my mug harder, fighting the unexpected jealousy clawing at my insides.
"Not everyone." He stretched languidly, his shirt lifting to expose a strip of sculpted muscle. "Most leave before dawn."
