Page 40 of The Con Artist


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“Then I turn over all of your aliases to the police and you go to jail.”

“Ah, Gabriel Quinn, CEO of Quinn Hotels, kidnapper and blackmailer extraordinaire.” I held up my glass of wine.

He picked up his and held it up in front of him.

“And Kate Harper, con artist and heart breaker extraordinaire.”

“You know nothing about me, Gabriel.”

“I know enough and, to be honest, I don’t want to know anything else. Do we have a deal, or do I call the police?”

I couldn’t believe his proposal. All this man wanted was sex. A thousand dollars a night sex. If that was what it took to get me out of here, then fine. Besides, I liked having sex with him. This was my chance to play him, find out more of his weaknesses, and take advantage. He thought he was playing me, but in reality, he had just taken the game to a whole new level.

“I get to leave the house?” I asked.

“Yes. You can go wherever you want, but you will be guarded.”

I rolled my eyes.

“And you said I would have to do anything you want in the bedroom?”

“Yes. Anything I want. You cannot say no.”

I gulped.

“I don’t do anal sex. That right there is out of the question. So, if you have the thought in that fucked up little head of yours, take it away now.”

“If I’m paying a thousand dollars a night, you will do as I please, including anal sex.”

I swallowed hard. He wouldn’t do anal. He didn’t seem like that type of guy. But then again, he did keep a pair of handcuffs in his bedroom. I’d call his bluff.

“Fine. We have a deal.” I held out my hand. “But you do know I get my period. So then what?”

“We do it in the shower when that’s going on.”

“Okay. Thirty days it is and then I leave. Can we count last night as day one?”

“No. It starts now, tonight. I do want to make one thing very clear to you. I am not like the other men you were with. I will not shower you with expensive gifts, flowers, or anything else.”

“What if you’re tempted to?” I smirked.

“Trust me, Kate. I won’t be.”

“Are you always this cold-hearted with the women you’re with?”

“Only the ones who think it’s okay to steal from me.” He cocked his head.

“What about Greta?”

“How do you know about her?”

“Grace told me the other day you just ended a relationship with her. Why?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Were you together when we fucked at JFK?”

“No. I wasn’t. I don’t cheat on the women I’m with.”

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