Secret Infatuation
I replied flatly, motioning for her to follow me inside.
Once we were seated in the living room, I slid a thick stack of papers across the table toward her. She picked them up, flipping through the pages with a puzzled expression.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“An NDA,” I said. “Before we go any further, I need your word and your signature. For that, everything you see and hear tonight stays between us. If you violate it, the consequences will be severe. I’m not just talking about lawsuits, Olivia. I’m talking about survival. My kind doesn’t take betrayal lightly.”