Page 99 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

She chuckled and opened the door. "It's been so long since I walked around freely in my own town. We should go out."

“Where do you want to go?” I asked.

“There’s a breakfast spot around here Simon said has the best pancakes.”

She still had no clue we weren’t in Chicago. “Yes, we can grab a bite.”

“Where are my clothes and toiletries?”

“In the closet.” I pointed across the spacious suite.

Once we make it through the lobby, I’d brace myself for her outburst. My woman thought it was morning. This wasn’t going to go over well.

Twenty minutes later, Bianca strolled into the living room.

“This place is lavish.” Her head inched upward taking in the cathedral ceilings.

“Where’s my phone? I have to show the girls. Do we have a view of Lake Michigan or Michigan Avenue?”

I grabbed her hand and tugged her against my chest. “You can show them later.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Ok, let’s go. I’m starving.”

We entered the elevator.

“Going down,” the woman’s computerized voice stated overhead.

She squeezed my hand, peering up at me. “Catch, is everything ok?”

“Yes, I just want to get you feed and take a walk.”

Her smile widened. “That sounds nice.”

The navy sleeveless dress that halted at her knees hugged her curves. She wore navy colored ballerina flats and a yellow cardigan.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the lobby. The vibrant colors overhead caught her attention. “It’s beautiful.”

“There are several restaurants in the hotel,” I stated.

“Catch, I told you where I want to go.”

Bianca's eyes darted around the lobby until they landed on a sign. She gasped, coming to an abrupt stop. She tried pulling her hand away from mine. I held on tightly.

The guests moseying through the lobby walked around us.

"I know that sign doesn't say Bellagio on the wall," she snarled.

I felt the guests prying eyes on us, but I didn’t give a fuck.

"I wanted to take you somewhere special," I reassured her.

"You put me on a plane where I slept for four hours," she snapped.

"Yes, Bianca. Embrace the atmosphere; I have some surprises planned for this trip. After dinner, we can walk along the strip."

"Dinner, Catch? Dinner?" Her voice rose in frustration.

"How long was I asleep?"

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