Page 10 of Fury

The rumbling voice has me turning to see Fury entering the front door, shirtless. I can’t help it; my eyes widen with shock. Even though I beg them not to, they rake over that delicious body. Every hard inch of flesh is covered in ink and oh, it does something for me indeed. My cheeks burn, and horror washes over me when a slow grin spreads across his face. He can see it; I know he can. He’s looking at me with satisfaction.

He's proud of how he’s making me react.

“You left Hope at school,” I manage to grind out. “It’s not my job to bring her to you. Can’t you step it up a little?”

He tucks a thumb into the front of his low dipped jeans and keeps the grin. “I can, but I’m not goin’ to. Not when you’re doin’ such a fine job.”

“Don’t be a dick, Fury,” Bonnie scoffs. “She’s a teacher, it’s not her job to bring Hope to you.”

Fury throws a warning look in her direction, but it does little to deter her.

“I can get her from school if you can’t.”

“You won’t be gettin’ her from school,” Fury tells Bonnie. “Because golden eyes here is goin’ to bring her to me and help with her homework.”

“My name is Alexis,” I point out. “Do you want me to spell it out?”

His gaze swings back to me. “I think I got it.”

He’s infuriating.

“I’m not bringing Hope to you every day. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’m really not supposed to.”

Fury crosses his arms, making his biceps flex. I can’t help but wonder who he was with just now. His body is slightly slick, like he’s been sweating, and the image of him making love to another woman, his hard body on top of hers, does wicked things to my body.

“I don’t give anyone permission to collect Hope from school,” Fury goes on. “If you let anyone but me take her, I can have you charged.”

He is not serious.

“So, if I don’t show up, then you have no choice but to bring her safely to me.”

He is an arrogant son of a bitch.

“Seriously?” Bonnie mutters. “Real mature, Ford.”

Fury grins at her. “No offense to you, sweetheart.”

He’s clever, I’ll give him that. Giving nobody but himself permission means I’m left with little choice if he doesn’t show up.

Well played.

“Why, dare I ask, are you so insistent on me bringing her here?” I question.

“Kid needs extra support. You’re the right person for that.”

I want to throttle him, but a quick glance at Hope watching the television has me restraining myself.

“Fine,” I mutter, “but like all good tutors, I expect to be paid.”

Fury’s grin gets bigger. “Oh, I’ll pay you.”

“I’m married,” I snap, waving a hand at him.

His eyes go to said hand, and he studies it. “Where’s your ring?”

“I, ah, I don’t wear it.”

“Why not?”

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