Temper (Knights of Fury #3) - Chantal Fernando Page 0,37

right person. Temper gave me my first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced, and let me tell you, it was a fucking out-of-body experience. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to my vibrator after that. The connection, the sensations, the touching...it was honestly a night that I’m never going to forget.

“Really?” he asks, eyes going wide. “How? Look at you—you must get hit on all the time working at the bar.”

“I kind of just stick to myself. I mean, I have been asked out before, but never by anyone I was interested in. I don’t know, I guess I was just waiting for the right man to come along,” I explain, looking back at him. “I feel comfortable with you, but have butterflies at the same time. I don’t know. You make me feel confident and beautiful just by the way you look at me. I thought I’d have felt a little shy last night, being naked in front of you, but I didn’t.”

“Good,” he says, smiling at me. “I want you to feel that way, always. I don’t think you know how amazing you are, Abbie.”

I reach out and take his hand. We’re getting closer every day and showing him affection is becoming more and more natural. I don’t know how we got here, but here we are. I’m trying not to overthink it, and I’m just going to go with the flow.

Chains is sitting shirtless in the kitchen with the newspaper and his coffee by the time I make it in there. I haven’t really seen anyone under fifty reading the newspaper because everyone has news apps on their phone these days.

He doesn’t even lift his head when I walk past him and put some bread in the toaster, and I think he’s going to ignore me completely until he says, “There’s some bacon and eggs in the pan if you want some. I even mashed some avocado.”

“Thanks,” I say, eying the pan, and serve some on my plate. “It looks good.”

“I used to be a chef,” he admits, giving me the first bit of personal information he’s ever given me. “Before I became a prospect.”

Surprised by his admission, I stop in my tracks and turn to face him. “Really? Do you cook much here for everyone?”

“Nope” is all he gives me.

“Okay,” I reply, dragging the word out. I’m not sure if he’s just not a people person, or if he just gives no shits about how he comes across, but he’s definitely the most unfriendly of the men here.

“Just the woman I was looking for,” Dee says, clapping his hands together when he spots me. “I need to go shopping, and I need someone without a penis to come with me.”

“I’m taking her to the shooting range today,” Temper says as he joins us, slapping him on the back. “What the fuck you need to go shopping for, huh?”

“Clothes,” Dee replies, glancing down at his worn T-shirt. “I need to buy some new clothes, and I have no fashion sense.”

“We’re on a fuckin’ lockdown, and you’re worried about clothes?” Temper deadpans, turning to me and shaking his head. “Want to learn how to shoot today?”

I nod. “Yeah, actually that sounds good.” Seems like it’s something important to learn while I’m here, maybe with some kind of self-defense moves and perhaps even whatever driving course police are made to do, for the next time I’m stuck driving the getaway vehicle.

“Good,” he says, smiling at me and disappearing again.

“Him smiling so much is fuckin’ weird,” Dee comments, watching the space where Temper just was. “I don’t know how I’m going to get used to it.”

Moving to the table with my full plate, I pull out a chair and dig in. “He has a great smile.”

Chains lifts his head and looks at me, his dark eyes giving nothing away. “He’s much happier with you around, that’s for sure.”

“Thank you,” I say. “And thank you for this delicious breakfast.”

“You’re welcome,” he replies, turning his attention back to his newspaper.

Once I’m ready, I go find Temper, who is in the gym boxing