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“What? Why?” I laughed.

“Nondisclosure agreements.”

I stared at him. “Titus.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you are, but you already know I sign those all the time.”

“Not in this case.”

I laughed again. “What are you talking about?”

He simply smiled. “I’m sorry about this, but I can’t tell you who is attending.”

“Why?”

“I signed agreements with them.”

I stared at him. “Are these government officials?”

“No.”

“Royalty?”

He laughed. “No.”

“Then who?”

He held his hands out. “I can’t tell you.”

God, this man. Despite his bold, powerful, and intimidating presence, it was his charming, fun and playful side that I loved most about him.

Of course, I would never tell him that. Once Titus got playful, there was almost no stopping him, and it almost always ended with sex… something we couldn’t have right now with everyone here.

So instead of playing along, I narrowed my eyes at him.

“I don’t like secrets,” I said.

“I know.”

“Then why are you smiling like you’re keeping a secret?”

“Because you’re adorable when you’re irritated. And it’s not technically a secret; it’s protecting privacy until the night of the event.”

I rolled my eyes, and he laughed.

“I want this event designed exactly as you would design something for yourself.”

“For myself?”

“Yes.”

“Which means?” I asked.

“Anything you want.”

I frowned. “Titus, that’s not how clients work. You know this.”