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commited.
    She almost snorted at that.
    “This may be forward, and if it offends you, please tell me, but I got the impression this morning that you didn’t like your job.”
    She blinked. “Um, I don’t, actually. My bosses are underhanded weasels, and I don’t agree with their business practices at all.” Where was this going?
    “My job hinges on having huge amounts of information available to me, so that I can make good decisions. I had the perfect secretary, but she retired.”
    “Okaay…” She was seriously confused now. Or, actually, afraid to hope that he was saying what she thought he was saying.
    “I would like to offer you the job, if you want it.”
    That was all. He just sat there, looking at her.
    “Well, um, thanks, first of all. What would I be doing?”
    “Working closely with me. Helping me keep tabs on the business, offering input so that I can make the best decisions. See, I work better with someone who will bounce ideas back and forth with me. The job gets creative sometimes, when there is a thorny problem that needs to be fixed.”
    It sounded perfect, especially the ‘closely with me’ part, but-. “How do you know I would be good at those things? I mean, you don’t really know anything about me.”
    “I know the most important thing – that I can trust you. Right?”
    She nodded, but he was still talking.
    “I mean, Ian offered you a lot of money, I’m sure, and you didn’t take it. That tells me a lot.”
    She froze and stared at him.
    He looked away.
    “How did you know his name was Ian?” she whispered, knowing the answer already. A lot of things fell into place. How he’d known her name, where she could be found, what her weakness would be…
    “You checked up on me. Tried to trick me.”
    The pride she had felt when she’d thought she was helping him deflated.
    “No. I did not try to trick you.”
    “You sent someone else to trick me, then. What if I had accepted his offer?”
    He shrugged. “I would have paid you, but then not associated with you again.”
    “I don’t want your money, especially under such false pretenses. Was the number even real?” It had looked real, and she remembered the elation that filled her when she thought that she had this special access to the wonderful, sexy, Joel Cortran. It had all been a lie.
    “Yes. The number is absolutely real, and I do want you to have it.” He turned to look at her. “You are more special than I think you know, Lia, and you make me want to be your hero, somehow.”
    She shook her head, still trying to straighten out her pinging thoughts. He took it as denial.
    “You are. You’re sweet and obviously trustworthy, funny as hell, and so cute that I just want to kiss you.”
    She blinked. “Kiss me?”
    He smiled. “See what I mean? You don’t see yourself as anything special, but I do.”
    He wants to kiss me?
    That’s what he said.
    Maybe I’m dreaming. Maybe I took that nap after all, and just dreamed all of this.
    You have a fantastic imagination, then. You should be a novelist.
    She looked up to see a desperate sort of sincerity in his eyes.
    She wanted him to kiss her, too, but her thoughts were still stuck on the part where he had tricked her, tested her. Logically, she understood. Emotionally, she was pissed .
    She jerked to her feet. “I have to go.”
    “Wait! Why? I’m sorry. Do you at least want the job? I need you, Lia…”
    She couldn’t answer. She ran.
    In four steps, she was at his door and out, where the plush surroundings and his larger-than-life presence wasn’t crushing her. The elevator was still waiting, so she ran in and started punching the button for her floor. Repeatedly.
    It finally began its slow descent, and she sank to the floor.
    He had offered her a job. He had told her that he liked her.
    He had wanted to kiss her.
    He had tricked her.
    The ups and downs of her emotions got the best of her, and before she had dropped five floors she was in tears.
    The day had just