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

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

repeated his question, and Kevan turned

to fudge her way out

was

let her go, however, and asked, “Then do you like men like Mr.

question really had Larissa stumped. She did like Kevan’s

smiled and gave a vague answer. “What woman wouldn’t like a man like Mr.

you, then?” This time, Dylan was not the one who asked, but

“Of course I do.” Her conscience was

that she was just being courteous, he

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

wanted to know if it was too late to

…

could do was drink as much as she could. The more she drank, the less she would lose. As a

she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause

called out to

was dragged out. Her expression was blank, and her head was tilted to one

and teased Kevan. “The way your

him a cold look and did

sheepishly and

hear him. But she did not understand anything he just said. She was

stuck out her tongue and licked her wine-stained

into an embrace that was tinged with

against his chest, Kevan slipped his other arm

he said to Dylan before walking out of

retreating silhouette, Dylan huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how it

…

straight to

he met quite a 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