Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 3

During the morning meeting, the general manager announced the news of the “important guest” checking in and expected all department managers to supervise those under their command to ensure that they were as careful and meticulous as possible.

As the housekeeping manager who had frequent direct contact with the “important guest,” Larissa was held back for extra instructions and exhortations. “Mr. Rogers has extreme germaphobia, so the rooms must be kept clean at all times. Work together with the reception; the moment they see Mr. Rogers heading out, tell the cleaning staff to clean his rooms immediately. Additionally, the cleaning staff are not allowed to touch Mr. Rogers’ personal effects. Not even once!”

Larissa thought it was a little ridiculous. “But what if Mr. Rogers left his clothes or whatever on the bed or something? Do we not make the bed for him then, just to avoid touching his clothes during cleaning?”

“Firstly, with his personality, Mr. Rogers would never just toss his clothes onto the bed. Secondly, even if he did, it’s better to wait for his return before you make the bed. Touching his things is an absolute no-no. Last year, something like this occurred in the main branch of the Regal Dynasty in Bartham. A cleaning staff moved Mr. Rogers’ laptop in order to wipe the table. When he found out, the housekeeping department, from managers to cleaning staff, all resigned.”

The general manager was stern. “I’m reminding you for your own good. Don’t take it for granted.”

“I will keep it in mind, Mr. Compton!”

When Larissa left, she immediately called for a department-wide meeting and conveyed the general manager’s explicit instructions to them. To ensure no mistakes were made, she specifically arranged for the two oldest and most experienced cleaning staff in the department to be in charge of cleaning the presidential suite.

…

Kevan went out rather early and did not return even after Larissa’s shift had ended at 8 pm.

thankful for getting through the first day when she noticed several missed calls from the same unknown number after her shower. Larissa hurriedly called

other end was terribly hoarse,

on the other end

wet. 8888 was the room number of the Regal Dynasty’s presidential suite, which was also where Kevan Rogers was staying. Larissa stood outside the door

moment later, Kevan opened

one side of the hem loosely tucked into his

shirt was not completely buttoned up, as three buttons from the collar were loose. It revealed his slender neck, well-defined clavicles, and slightly

off of him. His hair was not

outright

slammed shut with a loud thud, and Larissa’s back collided against the

eyes widened

face had an unnatural flush. His kiss was fierce and frantic, as if he were someone who had just managed to quench his thirst.

but the disparity in strength had her essentially pinned to the door. She was so panicked that she hit and kicked him. Yet, at the same time, she restrained herself out of apprehension about his status.

stop him, but it encouraged him further. Leaning close to her ear, Kevan murmured, “Have you forgotten how your husband betrayed you? Don’t you want to get back at him?”

lightning. Kevan pulled the hem of her shirt out of her short skirt. Her rationality told her, “No! You can’t!” But then the intimate scene between Travis and Amber appeared before her mind’s

but dead, why could she not

response, Kevan’s dark eyes snapped open, revealing a strange gleam within

…

Larissa passed out.

The room was still dark due to the curtains covering the windows. She cracked open an eyelid and reached

“Hello?”

twang shocked

A woman?!”