Olivia

He held out the folder. I didn't take it. My hands remained firmly in my lap, though I couldn't deny the curiosity building inside me.

"What is that?" I asked, eyeing the manila folder with suspicion.

"A draft of our agreement. Not finalized, of course. I'd want your input on the terms."

I laughed without humor. "You already had this drawn up? Before even speaking to me?"

"I like to be prepared." He placed the folder on the coffee table ...