Larissa's POV
Carson gripped the steering wheel tighter as he took a sharp corner, his jaw clenched. "Ella is using them to mess with your head."
"You still haven't answered what I asked you."
"Ebony was someone I was involved with in Paris years ago. Things went south."
"What do you mean by went south?"
"She expected something I wasn't prepared to offer."
"A ring?" I pressed.
"Emotional attachment," he said coldly.
Those two words created a thick tension in the car that neither of us could ignore.
I turned toward the passenger window, watching the streetlights streak by in golden blurs.
"What about that secret room they mentioned?"
A hint of amusement crossed Carson's features. "Far less exciting than they tried to make it sound. It's where I store confidential business files."
"So no leather restraints or torture devices then?"
The question escaped before my brain could catch up with my mouth.
"Were you hoping there would be?"
Heat flooded my face. "Of course not!"
