Sweet Subterfuge

Everyone looked over–Kevan included. The moment his gaze landed on her, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. But soon, he calmly let out a faint smile.

Larissa ignored his gesture of goodwill and quickly averted her gaze to the producer next to him.

“Hello, Mr. Hart!” She went over and held out her hand toward him,

Zack Hart knew her. When the production crew of “Time of Childhood” first came to the hotel Larissa had personally gone to meet with him. “Ms. Seymour, hit He stood up and shook her hand.

Their joined hands just happened to be in front of Kevan’s eyes. He pressed his lips together for a couple of seconds as he forced down his displeasure and raised an eyebrow before asking. “Ms. Seymour?”

Zack quickly introduced her to him. “This is Ms. Seymour, the general manager of the Winston Hotel.”

Kevan rose up gracefully and intercepted Larissa’s hand, his eyes slightly narrowed with a teasing hint in them, “Hello, Ms. Seymour.”

His ever–cold hand caused Larissa to shiver. She did her best to maintain her calmness as she replied in a low voice. “Hello, Mr. Rogers.”

lingers tightened around hers, His scorching gaze fixed on her, Kevan asked, “Ms. Seymour, you know who I

Mr. Rogers? You’re

a series of gasps sounded from around her. One could hear the muttering coming over from

handsome? I thought he was some old man!”

snap a pic and upload that to Instagram!! We’re eating with the fucking president of Microworks! This will probably be the only chance that we can

deepened as he said meaningfully, “I guess there are quite a few people who don’t know who I am,

down again. Larissa clenched her hand

she pulled a smile onto her face, thanks to her assistant manager’s cue, and continued greeting everyone else

too blasé.” Larissa got a waiter to open

enjoyable dinner! She tipped

cheers of the crowd, the restaurant’s atmosphere was

behind for dinner, but Larissa naturally relused his offer firmly. “We still need

out to come down anyway. There was still a lot of work that she needed