Page 28 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

“Guys, we have a unique suite. They’re adjoining rooms. Ezra said the sofa sleeper in my room will work for him. You guys can take the other room.”

“Sounds good.” Rémy’s eyes landed on Asia.

Romeo’s tongue slicked over his lower lip as he stared at my friend, too. What the hell was going on with these men?

Catch tugged my hand. We strolled down the hallway toward the double doors. I noticed only Simone was with us. Asia stood locked in a stare down with Rémy.

“Simone, there are two full bathrooms and one-half bath in each suite. Make yourself comfortable,” Catch stated.

She didn’t waste any time plopping onto the sofa. She grabbed the remote control for the oversized TV hanging on the wall.

Catch walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind us. He dropped his duffel on the floor. His eyes roved my body before bringing me into his arms.

“Bianca, take a bath and relax. I already spoke to your mother.”

Eyes wide, I stepped back. “About what?”

“Missing family dinner this evening.”

“What did she say?” I asked.

“She said she understood you and I are on a little work trip for my business. She said she looks forward to next time.”

My mouth dropped open. “You lied to my mother?”

“About the out-of-town part, yes. But we are handling business to keep your best friend safe.”

I nodded. “Yeah. True.”

Catch removed my laptop bag from my shoulder and placed it on the desk. “I’ll run your bath. Get undressed.”

“So fucking pushy,” I muttered.

“I heard that,” he yelled from the bathroom.

“Good,” I stated, pulling an elastic band from my pocket. I pulled my hair up into a messy bun.

After discarding most of my clothes, I strolled into the bathroom.

The sleeves of his stark white dress shirt were rolled above his elbows. Catch sat on the side of the tub. He moved his hand through the water. Thick purple bubbles formed before my eyes on top of the piping hot water. Where did he get my shower gel from?

“Smells devine.” I smiled.

“Yup, devine like you. My favorite scent.” Catch pulled me close and pressed his lips against my nipple through my white cotton bra.

“Did you plan to see me last night wearing a bra and panties that didn’t match?”

“Catch, I had no plans to see you last night. Remember I was busy.”

His jaw twitched.

Oh, he didn’t like that answer.

He turned my body, facing away from him. Catch peeked under the waistband of my underwear for something, then removed my bra.

“34 C,” he whispered, my bra size.

I glared over my shoulder. “What are you doing?”

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