Bedded by the Italian Playboy by Emma Shortt Read Free Book Online Page B

not
only her nerves but the heat that seemed to be lodged in the pit of her
stomach. Just one little kiss, she thought. And it hadn’t even been a full-on
kiss but it was a kiss all the same, and to Rachel it felt completely unreal.
When she and her sisters had sat down to plan their missions they’d talked at
length about what they could all do to find the money they needed for their
project, a project that would make such a difference to the lives of so many
people.
    They’d
worked out how many hundreds of thousands they’d needed and then they’d plotted
how they could get it. The banks would never lend it to them and they could
never earn it through normal minimum-wage jobs. In the end it had seemed right
and proper that they simply take it from those who already had it. Not from
businesses or shops as that was wrong. Small companies needed their money to
stay afloat and robbing a large company would land them in jail.
    “We’ll
just take it from a bunch of rich guys,” Lyra had said. “Simple.”
    “Billionaires,”
Penny laughed. “Why the hell not. You remember when we all waitressed at that
posh restaurant? They were always the ones with the wandering hands and the
leers. Most made their money through schemes and lies, so why the hell not?”
    From
those first jokey comments. The plan grew and before they knew it, they’d
started researching marks. Back then Rachel had gone along with it with an air
of amusement. She never really believed they would pull it off. Then, when they
presented her with a picture of Dominic Rimeria, she’d laughed herself silly.
“There’s no way I’ll be able to fool him into handing over his money!”
    “No
need to,” Lyra had said. “You just need to get close enough to him to get to
his money. It’s a completely different thing.”
    “I’m
not going to prostitute myself!” Rachel had shrieked.
    “Pants
stay firmly on,” Penny insisted, “and take a look at this.”
    She’d
fanned a bunch of other pictures across the table, each one featuring a petite
blonde. They all looked like her. “Who?”
    “His
exes,” Penny said. “Not really ex-girlfriends because none of them last past a
few weeks. He fucks them and chucks them, one after the other.”
    “Well,
he’s not fucking and chucking me!”
    “No,
you don’t get it,” Lyra interrupted. “He’ll be intrigued with you because you won’t let him into your
pants. You’re perfect, exactly the sort of woman he desires. Look at these
pictures. They’re all blonde and petite with massive tits, but most are fake,
the tits and the hair, I can tell. But you’ve got it all. Everything about you
is real and he’ll lap it up. You’ll make him burn, Rach. He’ll be desperate for
you, and when men are desperate, they are so easy to fool.”
    “And
then what?”
    “Then
this.”
    Another
picture, this one of a room, an office, in fact. “There’s his safe,” Penny
said, pointing out a cupboard to the left of the desk.
    “I
can’t pick locks like you, Pen!”
    Penny
shook her head. “You don’t need to, just pick his pocket. His manager deposits
cash in there every Monday, not loads because most pay with cards these days
but some, tens of thousands at least. So get the key before then and help
yourself. If you do it right, if people have already seen you with him, they
won’t question your presence there.”
    “You’re
serious?”
    “Absolutely.”
    From
that moment on Rachel had done as much research on Dominic Rimeria as she
could. Her sisters had left her be to go through all the online reports she
could find. Mostly him with his arm around one woman after another. But they’d
told her other things too. About how rich he was. How he seemed to spend his
time working and partying and not much else. A playboy with more money that he
needed who thought with his cock. He was perfect for their scheme and all
Rachel had to do was spend enough days in his company to get the key and make
it so her