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.

good-looking, Ms. Seymour?” His

and looked at

and Kevan turned

her way out of this, Larissa

she was not

let her go, however, and asked,

Larissa stumped. She did like

gave a vague answer. “What woman wouldn’t like

then?” This time, Dylan was not the

Her conscience was not as

she was just being courteous, he was still pleased by her answer.

waved the waiter over. “The same wine as before. Another bottle, please.”

really wanted to know if it was too late to retract her words from before.

…

only thing Larissa could do was drink as much as she could. The more she drank, the

great. When she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause trouble, but would instead

out to

only responded with a questioning hum that was dragged out. Her expression was blank, and her head was tilted to one side as if she were

teased Kevan. “The way your Lyssa looks right now could really incite

him a cold look and

his nose sheepishly and wisely shut himself

understand anything he just said. She was troubled, but her brain was completely muddled,

out her tongue and licked

an embrace

her head firmly against his chest, Kevan slipped his other

said to Dylan before walking

a pout. “Jackass. I see how

…

to his room.

few people. However, Larissa’s face was hidden in his chest, and anyone who recognized him dared not look for long. They only gossiped behind his back about