Page 41 of Conning the Billionaire
He copied the URL, texted it to her, and then told her the username and password for the account.
Kylie had never told him her phone number.
The username was her usual email, which he also somehow knew, and the password was Angeline$80K.
Great, the restaurant where they’d had their first date and how much money he’d tried to con her for at the Borgata.
Damn, this guy was cocky.
“Okay, fine, big shot. Who are we going to con?”
“Our contract starts now,” Micah said.
“Does that mean you’re going to tell me what the job is?”
His voice was a dark rumble. “No, it means your body is mine. Take off your panties.”
Half a million dollars was as good a reason as any to have sex with a guy. Kylie had acquiesced for much lesser reasons.
She reached under the red sparkly fabric of her short skirt, hooked the sides of her panties with her fingers, and wiggled them down her thighs. She kicked the barely-there red lace off her ankles. “Okay.”
“Give them to me.”
“But they’re my underwear. I should wash them or something.”
He was smiling, and his hand was still open and waiting.
Kylie scooped them off the floor of the car. The lace fabric was still warm from the soft skin between her legs. Handing them to him, still warm from her body, seemed obscene.
Micah’s pocket square was folded to be a crisp white line on his suit coat. He plucked it out and shoved it in his trouser pocket, then tucked her panties into his breast pocket with one move.
The red lace fanned out into a fluff like a flower.
But they were still her panties peeking out in his pocket, visible for anyone to see.
Like he’d taken a trophy from her.
Or like she’d branded him as hers.
Kylie shook her head. It meant nothing. It was just a kink thing. “So, what’s the rest of the job? Who’s the target?”
“You don’t need to worry about things like that. That’s a big-picture strategy item. I’ll take care of the big-picture stuff.”
“But I need to know what we’re doing,” she said. “Otherwise, I’ll make mistakes. Sometimes, during a con, you have to be adaptable.” She waggled her hands back and forth like she was switching paper cups around in a shell game. “You’ve got to be nimble. Things change on the fly. I need to know the game so I’ll dodge the right way.”
“Your role will be clearly defined. I’ll tell you exactly what to do. I have a list of priorities—”
“I need to know what the priorities are.”
He frowned at her. “Only one person in any operation needs to know the big picture. That’s why every operation has a command structure. Even in the Mafia, the don is on top. He’s the boss.” He made a chopping motion with his hand near the car’s ceiling and then chopped the air again and again, indicating lower rungs on the Mafia ladder. “And then under the boss is the underboss, and you’ve got the caporegimes. The capos command the soldati, the made men. Below that are the enforcers, and the associates are at the bottom.”
Kylie rolled her eyes at him. “You don’t have to mob-splain the command structure of the Mafia to me.”
“But it’s structured that way because it works. The more people who know the big picture, the more chance there is of an accidental leak or someone betraying you.”
Kylie was watching him. “You think about that a lot, betrayal? Like when you tried to stick me with the bill at the Borgata?”
Micah looked straight at her. “We’re not talking about your trial by fire again. You got out of it and passed the test, and I just deposited over six times that amount in an account for you. If the hotel comes after you legally for the eighty-thou, pay them. At least you got to keep the diamond earrings.”
