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 am?

“Who wouldn’t know you, Mr. Rogers? You’re the president of Microworks

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

can’t be? Is Microworks mysterious president that handsome?

and upload that to Instagram!! We’re eating with the fucking president of Microworks! This

guess there are quite

sat down again. Larissa

seconds before she pulled a smile onto her face, thanks

hope you won’t find it too blasé.” Larissa got a waiter to open the bottles and up everyone’s glasses. She and her assistant

dinner! She tipped the glass back

the crowd, the restaurant’s

Larissa naturally relused his offer firmly. “We still need to get back to work. Perhaps I

taken time out to come down anyway. There was still a lot of work that she needed to do. Besides – Kevan