Page 16 of The Forbidden Bodyguard

I’m mesmerized.

“So, I understand congratulations are in order.”

No, they are not.

All my lust vanishes.

“Thank you.” I keep my expression neutral.

However, Declan needs to understand the true details of the situation, and it’s something I’ve already considered and planned for.

I slide the prepared legal document across the marble toward him.

His brow lifts in question.

“There’s information you need that I can’t share until you sign this NDA.”

His head tips and he studies the almost blank front sheet which simply says Non-Disclosure Agreement. Then he brushes his thumb over his lower lip.

“No.”

What?!

CHAPTER FIVE

DECLAN

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I wasn’t expecting this—not the agreement or to be so physically attracted to Stella Voss. I mean, hell, she’s got curves I want to run my hands over and grip while she screams my name.

Perhaps it’s all that long, dark hair piled on top of her head, revealing a sleek neck. Or her stunning blue eyes, which tell me she’s hiding something and feels the same lust that I am.

Holy heck.

It’s a mindfuck being in her home and having to push down the chemistry knowing she is engaged to marry a criminal. Honestly, there’s an innocence and softness about her that doesn’t match her story.

Not that I think she’s lying about the upcoming nuptials, more that I’ve met mafia princesses and other offspring from notorious families. Stella doesn’t have the hard edge they do.

But she’s thrown me a different curveball.

I reach out and lift the four-page document and flick through it. There’s no information enclosed, simply a set of terms which state she will burn me to the ground if I repeat the confidential information she wants to share. Essentially.

But I can’t.

I’m not an individual contractor.

“No,” I say. “I can’t sign it.”

“Why not?” Stella’s eyes widen in surprise.

“We work as a team. If I withhold information from the BHS organization, it could put both you and me in danger should something occur.”

“What could occur?” Stella blinks.

I tilt my head. “Ms. Voss, you know the answer to that far more than me if you’re asking us to sign this.”

“Just you.”