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leather, he patted the cushion beside him. Phoebe took a seat in the far corner, perc hed on the edge, and looked at him with what she hoped was an expectant expression.
    What proposition could he possibly have? Was he aware she was out to expose him and his company?
    “First, let me say, I’ve read your work and I’m quite aware of the stories you usually write. You don’t like big organizations. Hardly surprising considering what happened to your father.”
    She started, shocked at his words. Her father had worked for a large multinational corporation. He had been injured in an incident at work wh en Phoebe was ten. He’d never recovered fully, and he had never received any compensation. It had devastated her family. But how the hell did Caden Wolfe know that? “Have you had me investigated?” she asked.
    “Of course.”
    She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up one beautifully manicured hand and she closed it again.
    “I’m presuming it’s going to do me no good to tell you that Stormlord Securities has never been involved in any illegal or underhand practices.”
    Did he think she was a naïve idiot? She didn ’t bother to answer. “The proposition?”
    He relaxed in his seat, long legs stretched out, arms resting along the back of the sofa, regarding her out of half-closed eyes. “I want you to spend the next five days here, with me.”
    Astonishment held her speechles s for a minute. She swallowed, clearing the lump in her throat. “Why would I want to do that?”
    He shrugged one elegant shoulder. “You can shadow me, ask me any questions you want, see for yourself how the company really works.”
    “It won’t take me five days to do that.”
    “We’re in the middle of negotiating a new set of government contracts. Isn’t that what you’re interested in? I seem to remember you asked about ‘allegations of corruption’ at our last meeting.”
    “You remember? I wasn’t sure…” She hesitated; she hadn’t been certain until that point that he’d been aware of their prior meeting. But it seemed he knew it had been her in Afghanistan. Whatever she thought of him, she owed him for that. “You saved my life. I never got the chance to thank you.”
    “And woul d you like to now?” He considered her for a moment. “Do you know that in some cultures, if you save a person’s life, that person belongs to you?” His voice had lowered to a husky drawl that seemed to promise all sorts of carnal delights.
    She fisted her ha nds, her nails digging into her palms. “Luckily, we don’t live in one of those cultures. But you do have my thanks.”
    “No need. It was an instinctive response.”
    She shook her head, her brain working furiously. Something about Caden Wolfe set her on edge, tipped her off balance. The idea of spending more time with him made her stomach churn. On the other hand, she wanted this story. Her gut instinct told her there was something not right about Stormlord Securities, and he was giving her the perfect opportun ity to investigate. But why would he do that? It didn’t make sense, unless he believed he had everything buried so deep she would never dig it up.
    If so, he was underestimating her, and she’d get her story.
    But five days? She glanced across at where he lou nged watching her, and her tummy did a little flip. “I could sit in on some meetings, I suppose.”
    “This is an all or nothing offer. Twenty-four/seven. Starting now.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding—you expect me to stay with you twenty-four hours a day?”
    “And ni ght.” His voice dropped again to that husky drawl, and she shivered. Then he smiled, a slow curl of his lips. “But don’t worry. I’m not suggesting you sleep with me.”
    Sleep hadn’t actually entered her thoughts. It had been five years since her last relatio nship imploded, since Josh had given her the ultimatum to make some sort of commitment or it was over between them.
    So it had been over between them, and she