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 abrupt question

fought to hide her panic and looked at him as calmly as she

and Kevan turned to look

out of

least she was

go, however, and asked, “Then

did like Kevan’s face, but… that was

vague answer. “What woman

time, Dylan was not the

“Of course I do.” Her

Kevan knew that she was just being courteous,

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

caused Larissa to gape. She really wanted to know if it was too late to retract her words from

…

much as she could. The more she drank, the less she

post-alcoholic behavior was great. When she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause trouble, but would

out to her.

was blank, and

tongue lightly and teased Kevan. “The way your Lyssa

look and did not

and wisely shut

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

tongue and licked her wine-stained lips—

next second, she was pulled into an embrace that was tinged with the smell of

press her head firmly against his chest, Kevan slipped his

treat,” he said to Dylan before walking

huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how it is.

…

to his room.

chest, and anyone who recognized him dared not look for long. They only gossiped behind his back about how