Page 13 of My Broken Bodyguard 3: Catch & Bianca

I snorted. “You’re hilarious.” Picking up the utensil, I twirled the creamy pasta around the fork, and stabbed a cubed chicken breast.

“Here goes nothing,” I stated as I slipped the pasta into my mouth.

A cocky grin lifted his lips as he watched me intently, waiting for my response.

The herbs, cheese, pasta, and chicken melted on my tongue.

Don’t close your eyes, Bianca.

That would boost his ego even more. I nodded. “It tastes good.”

He chuckled as he twirled pasta around his fork. “I’ll tell my mother you said her famous recipe taste good.”

My eyes widened. “Your mother’s recipe?” I asked.

“Tell the truth. How’s your meal?”

Ugh!

“Tell your mother she should be proud. The pastas delicious.” I smirked.

He laughed again. “I know, stubborn woman. I’ll tell her.”

“What is your favorite meal?” he asked.

The biggest smile crossed my lips. “My grandmother’s Sunday dinners. Well, I used to love them. Now my mom has taken over the Sunday dinner task. But growing up, my girls and I would kill for some of my grandmother’s sweet potato casserole and peach cobbler.”

“I love hearing that.” He flashed a wide smile.

“Family is important,” he said.

“I agree.” My fork swirled around another forkful of pasta.

“What about you? What’s your favorite meal?”

He shrugged. “I love Italian food. Probably because I’m Italian. My grandmother’s Bolognese sauce was a pure delight. That sauce made every red sauce pasta dish a sensation.”

Catch poured red wine into my glass.

Getting to know each other was futile. He helped me out of a situation. In turn, I agreed to have dinner with him. It didn’t matter how much my body wanted his hands all over it.

I must’ve zoned out because I didn’t notice Catch remove our empty dishes.

“Catch, I understand how you want me to act behind closed doors. I’m physically attracted to you. That’s all. There won’t be real feelings developing between us.”

“Take your laptop and our drinks into the living room.” He stalked toward the table.

“Choose a good movie. Something action packed. After I clean the kitchen...” Catch braced a hand on the table and leaned over me. He took my lips. Again, I bit and nipped his lips, begging for more. My heart banged wildly against my ribcage. Why did this man know how to shut me up?

“Catch, stop kissing me like that.”

His lips brushed my lips. “Like you’re mine?”

He gripped my throat and shoved his tongue into my mouth, showing me how he owned it. Fuck, that kiss was the best I ever had. Was that the norm with him? Would all our kisses be amazing?

Catch pulled back. “Get moving,” he growled.

I did as I was told. Could you believe that? He couldn’t boss me around. The heist came to mind again. After placing our drinks on the coffee table, it took all of thirty-seconds to find an action movie, then I opened my laptop and got to work.

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