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.

Larissa fought to hide her panic and looked at him as

his question, and Kevan turned to

out of this, Larissa nodded.

was

asked, “Then do you like men like

really had Larissa stumped. She did like Kevan’s face, but… that

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

time, Dylan was not the

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

knew that she was just being courteous,

much…” He waved the waiter over.

know if it was too late to

…

could do was drink as much as she could. The

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

to her. “Ms. Seymour?”

was blank,

your

gave him a cold look and

sheepishly and wisely shut himself up.

he just said. She was troubled, but her brain was completely muddled, and she could

stuck out her tongue

into an embrace that was tinged with the smell of red

her head firmly against his chest, Kevan slipped his other arm under her knees and picked her up.

to Dylan before

Dylan huffed with a pout. “Jackass. I see how

…

went straight to his

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