Page 102 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

The sweet fruity drink lingered on my tongue, then slid down my throat. Instantly I felt inebriated. “This is delicious,” I purred under my breath.

After I ate, I’d grab another one.

I peeked over my shoulder. Catch sauntered behind me at a distance. Giving me space, I supposed.

A group of guys chuckled a few paces back.

Shit. Bianca, you’re not every guys type. They won’t notice you. Mind your business and act normal.

“Look at the legs on her. Fuck, I’d love to have them wrapped around my neck,” one guy said.

He wasn’t talking about me. Probably another woman walking nearby.

Bitch, you’re delusional.

There was an older couple walking behind me. Doubt they were talking about the woman’s legs. Besides, she wore a long floral dress.

You are the only woman on this side of the sidewalk wearing a short dress.

My heart raced in my chest. I noticed the diner sign sticking out two buildings away.

Would it be crazy to run toward the restaurant?

No, it won’t. You’ll save that guys life.

I darted down the sidewalk. Luckily, I wore ballerina flats. After dinner, I was going shopping for sandals and a swimsuit.

“Navy, wait?” the guy called out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Just my luck, he was talking to me. I did what I had to do at that moment. A few steps away from the diner, I spun on my heels. My eyes moved over the five sun kissed faces of the preppy guys, then they landed on Catch’s stormy gray eyes.

I moved toward Catch, halted before him, inched upward on my tippy toes, and kissed his lips.

Stepping back, I glanced at the guys. “Sorry boys’ I’m taken.”

I grabbed Catch’s hand and stormed into the retro diner.

“Nice save,” he chuckled.

“If my fiancé wasn’t a fucking psychopath,” I growled through gritted teeth. “I wouldn’t have needed to do that.”

My eyes immediately landed on the vibrant booths in shades of violet, teal, and lilac. The light fixtures were equally colorful, adding to the unique ambiance of the place. The carpet was a mix of charcoal gray and purple, giving off a funky vibe.

The smell of sweet maple syrup mingled with the aroma of sizzling bacon on the griddle, made my mouth water.

A perky waitress in a matching uniform greeted us. "Good evening. Please have a seat anywhere you'd like," she chirped.

I thanked her and took a seat at the sparse counter. Catch sat down beside me, his arm instantly wrapping around my waist. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered, "It's hard to keep my hands off of you."

A delicious shiver ran down my spine. The diner was buzzing with customers, but it wasn't too crowded or overwhelming. It felt cozy and inviting, like the perfect place for a date.

“Catch, you aren’t respecting my space,” I breathed.

He sighed, “All right. Hands off.”

He retracted his hand. I wanted it back on my curves. What I’d give to have his head between my legs right now. He should’ve had to pay with his tongue for what he did. I shook my head at the naughty thoughts. Catch would only enjoy pleasing me too much.

The waitress who had greeted us moments ago stepped behind the counter.

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