Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 10

“Such as…” Dylan’s smile became sly as his gaze shifted over to Kevan. “Having good relations with Mr. Rogers here and having him help out in dealing with them.”

Larissa’s ballooning anticipation burst like Dylan had punctured it with a needle.

“Um…” She glanced furtively at Kevan, who seemed completely indifferent. “It’s better not to bother Mr. Rogers, right?”

Kevan spoke up at this time. “What, you don’t think I’m good enough for the task?” He gazed at her with a half-smile on his face.

Larissa quickly explained. “Of course not. You’re a busy man, Mr. Rogers. How could I trouble you with something insignificant like that? Besides, I’ve only known you for a few days…”

She did not know which part of her words had ruffled Kevan’s feathers.

“Indeed.” Kevan’s smile got a little bigger, but his gaze became cold. “How could you trouble me with something as trivial as this? However—” His words suddenly took a turn. “You did me a big favor yesterday, I should repay you somehow. Why don’t you tell me what you need me to do?”

“That won’t be necessary.” Larissa did not hesitate to refuse him. “You’ve helped me to this morning. We’re even. Neither of us owes each other anything.”

Kevan still had that half-smile on his face. “Are you sure, Ms. Seymour? After this, the deal’s off.”

The moment he finished speaking, Larissa said, “I’m sure.”

“Very well.” Kevan looked away and lifted his wine glass. He tilted his head back, and the dark red liquid seeped into his mouth. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped down the wine.

Larissa had just glanced over casually, but Kevan’s amazingly symmetrical face as well as his languid sensuality actually made her stare. Her mouth went dry, and she could not help but swallow.

Although Kevan did not notice her losing her composure, Dylan sure as hell did.

Mr. Rogers is good-looking, Ms. Seymour?” His abrupt question shocked Larissa back to reality.

and looked at him

question, and Kevan turned to

to fudge her way out of this, Larissa nodded. “Yes.”

she was

and asked, “Then

She did like Kevan’s face, but… that

answer. “What woman wouldn’t like a man like

then?” This time, Dylan was not the

“Of course I do.” Her conscience was not as important as her

she was just being courteous, he was still pleased by

so much…” He waved the waiter over. “The same wine as before.

really wanted to know if it

…

The more

she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause trouble, but would instead stare blankly into

out to

Her expression was blank,

his tongue lightly and teased Kevan. “The way your

him a cold look and did not answer him.

sheepishly and wisely shut

could hear him. But she did not understand anything he just said. She was troubled, but her brain was completely muddled, and she could not think.

her tongue and licked her wine-stained

pulled into an embrace that was

press her head firmly against his chest, Kevan slipped his other arm under her knees

he said to Dylan before walking out of the

huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how

…

to his room.

in his chest, and anyone who recognized him dared not look for long. They only gossiped behind his back about how “Mr. Rogers is carrying a woman upstairs!”