Sweet Subterfuge

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.

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

fought to hide her panic and looked at

and Kevan turned to look as

fudge her way out of this, Larissa nodded.

least she was not

her go, however, and asked, “Then do you like

question really had Larissa stumped. She did

a vague answer. “What woman wouldn’t

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

course I do.” Her

was just being

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

Larissa to gape. She really wanted to know if it was too late

…

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

behavior was great. When she got drunk, she would not make a scene nor cause

called out to her. “Ms. Seymour?”

was blank, and her head was tilted to one side as if

way your Lyssa looks

gave him a cold look and did

sheepishly and wisely shut

mouth moving and could hear him. But she did not understand anything he just said. She was troubled,

out her tongue and licked her wine-stained

an embrace that

his chest, Kevan slipped his other arm under her knees

he said to Dylan before walking out

Dylan huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how it is. Love over friendship, huh?”

…

to his room.

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