Page 42 of Conning the Billionaire
Kylie looked away from him and out the window at the car next to them. “Uh, right.”
“You kept the earrings, didn’t you?” he asked.
Lying to a partner was the wrong way to start a business venture. “I had bills to pay.”
“What did you do with them?”
Priyanka and Kylie had strategized about figuring out some way to return the earrings and get the money back or else cancel the sale somehow, but nothing had worked on the jewelry store’s computer system without a receipt. “I pawned them.”
“Do you still have the ticket?”
“Grigoris didn’t give me one. It wasn’t a normal pawn. I sold them to him and got the money. Grigoris gives me a little more than most other shops would because he knows I’m not coming back for them. He’s probably already sold them.”
Micah started to get out of the car.
Kylie called after him, “Hey! Where are you going?”
He bent and stuck his head back in the car. “To get your earrings back.”
Kylie got out of the car and rested her bare arms on the freezing top of it to talk to him. “The pawn shop isn’t around here. It’s on the other side of town.”
“Call them. See if they still have your earrings.”
Kylie called Grigoris Katsaros, owner of the pawn shop Value Pawn that had been in business for over thirty years in Atlantic City, and asked about the earrings.
She shook her head. “He sold them this morning. Some benny hit it big on the slots over at the Hard Rock and bought them for his girlfriend.”
“Fine,” he said, his tone brusque. “Come on.”
He strode toward the elevators.
Kylie slammed the car door and trotted after him, bobbling in her flimsy high heels. The sparkly fabric of her dress waved over her bare ass, and her legs rubbed together as she chased him. “Hey! Hey, wait!”
He stopped. “Yes?”
“You’ve got my—” She tapped her chest on the left side, miming where his suit jacket’s breast pocket was. “And that means I’m not wearing any—”
His sly smile was maddening. “I know.”
She stepped closer and ducked her head, looking around to make sure no one was listening to them. “I can’t walk around without panties,” she hissed at him.
Micah grabbed her arm and spun Kylie, and she ended up with her back against a cold cement column. He whispered, “I enjoy knowing your pussy is bare under that skirt, that I could touch you any time I wanted. Now be a good girl and come with me.”
He walked away.
Dizziness assailed Kylie, making her knees wobbly, but she staggered after him. “Where are we going?”
“Tiffany and Company. I got you diamond earrings, and you’re going to have diamond earrings.”
“Micah,” she called after him, trying out his name in her mouth.
He stopped short and stared down at her. “Don’t say my name in public. As a matter of fact, it’s better if you don’t say my name at all.”
“Wow. Paranoid much?”
He started walking again. “You never know who’s listening.”
Kylie trotted to keep up with him. “Yeah. In a casino, you have to assume everyone is listening.”
