I Love You, Miss Genius

"Who is it?"

"It's me."

'That's Ivor's voice. What's he doing here at this time of night?'

"Give me a minute." Bonnie straightened herself up and put on her mask and cap before opening the door.

Ivor looked at her with humor in his eyes. "Must you hide your looks at night, Ms. Bonita? No one else is around, so you can take those off. Don't worry about me. I won't tell anyone what you look like." Bonnie thought, 'I can't explain it, but I feel naked when he smiles and stares at me.'

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just a force of habit." Then, she changed the topic. "Can I help you with anything?"

Ivor glanced inside and said, "Yeah, can we talk inside?"

After some hesitation, Bonnie nodded. "Sure, come in."

"I appreciate it, Ms. Bonita." Once inside, Ivor opened his bag and set up a chessboard.

"What are you doing?"

at her, saying, "I heard you like playing chess. So, how about

to suss her out. She asked, "Who told you I

information if I set my mind to it. However, you must forgive me for not telling you who informed me. After all, I must protect my informant's privacy," Ivor replied calmly. "Don't just stand

and have a

or approach him. She thought, 'Everyone has a unique play style

I'm exhausted. I'd rather rest." She yawned

I'll get out

the conference tomorrow." Ivor lowered his gaze. The ceiling light shined on him, masking his emotions

mysteriousness.

he gasped and

the chessboard. It was a pretty deep cut, and blood oozed from the wound. "Hold on while I get

withdrew his hand and absentmindedly looked at his bandaged

are you staring at me like that?" Bonnie

said, "I didn't