I can’t help but grin at his innocence. It makes my dick hard.
“That is a good idea. However, and I apologize for this, but I forgot to ask if you’d be willing to sign an NDA.”
“NDA?” he asks.
“Non-disclosure agreement,” I explain. “As you can see—” I gesture around. “I have quite a business going on here, and it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t know you. What we are going to talk about could ruin me, and I need to be certain that this information will not get out.”
He frowns slightly, but I can tell he’s thinking it over.
“This is only for what we’re going to talk about?” he asks.
Smart boy.
“For now. If we continue the conversation, there will be other things to sign, but right now, it’s only about what we talk about in this room, today.”
“Okay. Sure. Why not?”
I smile gratefully and get to my feet, hating how nervous I am. I don’t get nervous. Maybe it’s anticipation. Or excitement. It’s been a long time since I’ve come this far with a prospect.
I go to the phone and call up the chef to let him know we are through, and if he can come clear the plates. By the time I reach the table, there is a knock on the door.
He makes quick work of cleaning up the table, leaving the coffee and fresh napkins.
“Merci.”
He closes the door behind him when he leaves, and I pick up the folder from the table and take my seat across from Cassius.
The light shines in through the window, showing off how bright and clear his eyes are. When the light hits them right, they’re almost translucent. Very rare, and very beautiful.
I pull out the first packet of paper and hand it to him. “Read through this carefully. You’ll see everything I mentioned will be in there clearly. I made sure it’s readable and not a bunch of legal jargon.” He raises a brow in question. I hold up a hand. “Not because I think you’re stupid, but even I cannot understand half of what’s in those things. I’d prefer you to understand it andread it on your own, rather than not understand it and sign it anyway.”
Nodding, he goes back to the paper and carefully reads through each page. I pull a pen from my inside pocket and hand it over.
He pops the cap, but before he signs, I ask, “Do you have any questions?”
“No questions,” he says. “I trust you.”
“You shouldn’t trust anyone.”
I don’t know why that comes out of my mouth, but he frowns, narrowing his eyes at me.
“I just meant that I understand everything here,” he amends.
I nod, swallowing hard, and take my pen back after he signs. Then he hands it over.
“Do I get a copy of this?” he asks.
“Yes, of course. I can do it now or after we’re finished?”
“You don’t want to call your assistant and have him do it?” There’s a tone there. A little snarky. Cocky maybe. I think I’ve upset him with something I said, but I can’t be sure which thing it was.
“Oliver knows nothing about any of this. It’s extremely private. I handle it all myself.”
“Oh,” he says, sounding shocked. “Okay, well, later is fine then. It’s not that big of a deal.”
I nod and tuck the paper into the folder, behind the rest of the papers in here.
There is another NDA, and a paper explaining everything that he would be required to do—if we get there.