Page 37 of Conning the Billionaire
After he slammed his door, the door locks thumped down in unison.
Kylie started in on him. “You tried to con me.”
He nodded, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “And you got out of it. Impressive.”
“It doesn’t matter that I got out of it. What matters is that you tried to take me for eighty thousand dollars.”
He looked over the hood of his car, nodding. “Is that what the total was?”
“You know what it was. You knew exactly how much money you were trying to scam me for.”
That jerk’s faint smile hadn’t changed. “Let’s just call it a test and say you passed.”
“A test,” Kylie huffed. “You think it was a goddamn test? I’ll show you a goddamn test. Try me, asshole.”
He said, “I’d like to offer you a job.”
Kylie crossed her arms over her low-cut dress. “I am not that kind of girl. I am only a cocktail waitress who sweet-talks guys, and they give me presents. I do not sleep with men for money. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, or there shouldn’t be. It’s the world’s oldest profession because it is a profession. But whatever it is, I’m not one of them.”
“I never said you were.”
“You just offered me money to sleep with you.”
He shook his head, his wry smile at odds with his innocently raised eyebrows. “I offered you a job. You projected that the job was sleeping with me. Why did you think that?”
“It isn’t for sleeping with you?” She wasn’t disappointed. Really.
One side of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic grin, and he lowered his chin and looked directly into her eyes. “I’m not going to say no, but that’s not the job.”
Jerk. “Then what’s the job?
“Art.”
“Stealing it? I’m not a thief.”
“Convincing someone that a piece of art is what we say it is, and then getting them to sell it to us. And then selling it to a buyer.”
Just so damn suspicious. “What’s the take?”
“Millions. Probably tens of millions. And we’ll split it fifty-fifty.”
The numbers jolted Kylie like a splash of hot water on her face.
No way. Too good to be true.
Which meant the blond Italian was conning her again.
She unlocked the car door and grabbed the handle. “I’m out.”
The locks thumped down again.
“What the hell? Let me out!”
The guy was still wearing an affable smile. “Hear me out.”
“I should have known last week that you were too good to be true. Game recognizes game, buddy. You are not going to take me again.”
“What do you mean when you say take?” he asked with a devilish twinkle in his shining eyes.
