A/N - Ok, I'm back and some congrats first. Manta Rayz, BkWurm, and LovelyLadyJem have some right answers. But we had a tie on who Bachelor #3 is, so you didn't quite help me decide which way to go. So, I'll give you another chance to plead one or the another (kind of like people yelling at contestants on The Price is Right) BTW, thanks for all the great reviews and playing along - this is fun! I just crave feedback...

Decision Time – Chapter 3

"Welcome Back. Our beautiful bachelorette has heard from all three anxious bachelors and is ready to make her very important decision. Now remember, that you and your bachelor will not meet until you arrive at your location for the weekend. So have you made your decision?"

"Yes, I have Carson," Chloe sounded almost chipper as the audience saw Bachelor 1 squirming in his seat, Bachelor 2 fixing the lapel on his coat, and Bachelor 3 sitting still, just observing the in's and out's of the show. "I choose Bachelor," she paused.

"#3."

"And why is that?"

"Well, he's mysterious and interesting. Maybe he's just being coy but I think he's trying to match wits with me." Chloe was satisfied with her answer as stepped off the high chair and waited for the losing bachelors to meet her.

"Well, we will first meet Bachelor #1, Bart Allen. Bart hails from Manchester, Alabama where enjoys track events at his local high school."

Chloe watched as the pint sized high schooler came around the corner of the partition between them in a blur. Before she could speak, she felt an arm around her neck and him straining to whisper in her ear, "You missed out babe. I can go fast and slow." Chloe stared over at the kid and tried to break a smile but just offered her hand and no parting words for the boy. She quickly remembered that he had tried so unsuccessfully to hit on her and was super happy she didn't pick him now. As he walked off, Chloe adjusted herself and hoped that the second would not be as awful as the first.

"Our second bachelor is Jimmy Olsen. He works as an up and coming photographer for the Daily Planet and is interested in getting his own cover story."

Chloe smiled bemused by the simple looking Olsen that walked out in a nicely pressed shirt and a simple brown blazer. He was calm and hugged her gently. "I'm sorry this didn't work out. You have always been very lovely."

"Thank you," Chloe slipped across her lips as he wavered a little longer on the stage before letting go of her hand. Her face felt flushed, and she worried that she might have just made a mistake. She remembered their time together one summer and hoped that her choice was at least better for her than that, but it was nice to see have someone so calm around her for once. She smiled shyly at the camera, shrugging her shoulders.

The camera panned from Chloe to Bachelor #3. He still sat perfectly still and barely hinted at a smile as he saw the camera pointed in his direction. He slightly leaned forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of what was around the side of the partition. Seeing his hopes defeated, he leaned back in the chair again and rubbed his palms together anxiously.

"Now Chloe, love him or hate him, you have chosen to spend an entire weekend with Bachelor #3. Are you ready to find out where you will be spending your time?"

"Yes I am Carson." Chloe was practically shaking in her shoes. She was so excited and wondered exactly what kind of person she was hooking up with. She hoped he would be even mysterious while they were together. She had never wanted someone predictable and uninteresting; that's why she picked him.

"Chloe, you and your date are spending the weekend at Cayo Espanto, a private island of the coast of Belize. There you will spend your days swimming, fishing, relaxing however you see fit with your chosen bachelor in the privacy of your own villa. All meals will be served there as you lounge in bed for breakfast or decide to eat on the veranda overlooking some of the world's best snorkeling. How does that sound?"

"Like paradise." She absolutely beamed in excitement.

"I hope so. And we are out of time for this week, but tune in next week when we get to watch how the date went and if she's going to see him again. This is Carson Daly saying don't neuter a man, hand him a condom." Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin in laughter as she heard this.

The man on the other side of the partition was already gone. His plane was to leave before hers where they would arrive at different times.

When the little red light went off the camera, Chloe relaxed as Carson quickly disappeared. Larry walked up and grabbed her by the elbow, "Your bag from the dressing room is already in the car waiting outside. Your date is already on his way there and will beat you to the location. You have any questions?"

Chloe thought as the man hurried her down the hallway and through the backdoors to the street. "Yeah, one," she responded. "How is the filming being done one the island?"

"There's mostly hidden cameras. It said in your contract that you can't handle or deface them. There will be a two man crew there also to film if you and your date decide to go off and do something away from the villa." He stopped as she started getting in the vehicle. He leaned in like he was closing the door. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but there is one in the bedroom – it goes off between 2 and 6 in the morning hours. Just keep that in mind." He slammed the door as Chloe took in what he had said. Bedroom, as in singular. Oh my God. She sat back in the car and let her mind wander through all kinds of awful scenarios.

He walked in and grazed his hand along all the relaxing pieces of furniture that adorned the one bedroom villa. He was impressed that the bed had a view outside of 180 degrees. Lying in bed with his date having breakfast, watching the small waves lap the shore from any angle. Yes. He rubbed his forehead, somewhat in anxiety. It had been awhile since he was actually nervous. He dropped his single bag in the walk in closet off the bathroom and took off his shoes. He was in paradise, and he was going to try to enjoy it without interruption. He perused the villa's outdoor accommodations and chose to settle into a white cushioned chair with ottoman that just barely met the water's edge.

Chloe politely said goodbye to her driver as she made her way up the walkway. She was nervous. She bit her lip as she pushed the small entrance gate open and noticed that the room was actually a villa, a small house. She walked into what seemed one room with a tiny living room, gigantic bathroom and tiny, almost worthless, kitchen. She passed into the bathroom and found a closet. She set her bag down and noticed his. She hadn't seen him. Looking at the bag, it was plain black. Vinyl, pleather, leather? she thought as she felt it. She couldn't figure it out. She was tempted to go through his things before looking for him, but stopped at the voice behind her.

"You know, I found much better things than the closet to look at." She turned and looked at him. It was someone else she knew, but strangely not what she would have expected from that person. But then again, on that body, linen pants and a slightly opened button down made for a nice view. She took a deep breath. This was going to be a very interesting weekend.