Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 54
The layout of the studio’s second floor was different from the third. The interior decorations and furnishings here were closer to
that of a high–end boutique.
Under the guidance of the staff, Larissa wandered around the whole floor for quite a bit before locating the small single bathroom
at the back of the floor.
According to the staff’s explanation, the bathroom was built about a year after the studio began operations for artists who had a
packed schedule that needed styling. There was nothing around the bathroom, and unauthorized personnel would never come
here, so privacy was very much assured.
Larissa knocked on the bathroom door. Soon, Kevan’s guarded voice sounded. “Who is it?”
Larissa replied, “I’m here with your clothes, Mr. Rogers.”
“Are you alone?”
“I am.”
Kevan said nothing more. The door soon opened, and a burst of hot steam wafted from the bathroom.
Larissa looked up and saw a broad, strong chest glistening with water. Countless beads of water were dripping downward, and
she could not help but follow them with her eyes. She then only realized that... Kevan’s long legs were bare.
Face turning beet red at once, Larissa bowed her neck until it was practically at a 90- degree angle. She kept her eyes fixed on
the hem of her skirt.
Compared to her disorientation, Kevan was calmer. He held out his hand to her. ” Clothes, please.”
Larissa handed over the clothes in her arms to him as swiftly as possible. Her head
remained down. “See if you like it. If it doesn’t fit, Vivian said she could alter it for you.
“Wait here.” Kevan shut the door. When he opened it again, he was fully dressed in a simple suit jacket and white shirt. The
combination somehow managed to look elegant on him. It also gave off a vibe of forbidden beauty.

Larissa was a little dazed.
“Aren’t we going up?” Kevan’s cool voice brought her back.
“Yes! We are,” she quickly replied.
Kevan gave her a cool look before putting his hands in his pockets and taking the lead. Larissa followed.
Vivian was waiting for them in the fitting room on the third floor. The empty table was now laden with a massive makeup cheat
alongside a hairdryer, hair curler, and other hair styling tools.
When she saw Kevan, her eyes gleamed with desire as she fervently wished she could snap pictures of him using her phone so
that she could upload them to the studio’s official Twitter account.
She really wanted to show off to the others as well as share how amazingly handsome he was.
But she knew that it was best not to do something dangerous like that.
“Does it fit?” She moved over to ask Kevan, who only gave a grunt of affirmation in return. That disappointed Vivian, because
she wanted to take the opportunity to feel him up during the alteration process.
Kevan glanced down at his watch.