Bonnie stared at Ivor. He would not get off her bed, no matter what. What made matters worse was that he opened his bathrobe so she could see his body. Although she looked composed, she still struggled to look away.
Bonnie asked, “Don’t you have your own room?”
“I do, and I’m resting in it now.”
“Rest here all you want.” Bonnie opened the window and motioned to leap out of it.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m bored. I’m going for a walk.”
Ivor marched over and stopped her from jumping out. “We’re on the third floor. Give me a minute, and I’ll come with you.”
He knew she wanted to jump out the window because she wanted to stroll around as Bonnie and not Bonita. If she went out as Bonita, she would put herself at unnecessary risk and attract a massive crowd. “I’m not waiting for you. Bye!”
However, Ivor held her arm and did not let go. “If you don’t wait for me, I’ll jump out and walk with you in my robe.”
Bonnie glanced at him, thinking he looked seductive in the bathrobe. If he went out like that, he would drive other women crazy, and they would look at him lustfully. The thought of that bugged Bonnie. She said, “Hurry up then.”
Ivor could not help but grin. “All right, I’m ready. Let’s go.”
“Ugh, finally.”
The duo left the hotel and strolled along the foreign streets.
“You didn’t have dinner just now. Is there anything you want to eat? I’ll buy anything you want.” Ivor glanced at the nearby bakery and said, “I bought from this bakery the last time I visited. Their bread is fresh and delicious.”
Bonnie did not feel hungry until after he brought it up. She suddenly realized she had not eaten anything during the conference because she had been wearing a mask the whole time. After some thought, she replied, “Sure, I’ll have something from there.”
“Stay put.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t wander off.”
“Gotcha.”
“Just look for me in the bakery if anything happens.”
Bonnie palmed her forehead and said, “Do you think I’m a defenseless child? I started practicing kickboxing with my master when I was three.”
“Okay, okay. I know you’re tough, honey. I’ll stop worrying.” Ivor spoke to her intimately, looked at her longingly, and left.
Bonnie saw a long bench nearby and sat there. Suddenly, she sensed movement behind her, and her instinct told her that the approaching footsteps were after her. The person was sure-footed, too, undoubtedly a fighter.
Bonnie silently clenched her fists and focused her mind. Once the person was close enough, she whipped around and threw a punch at the person.
