Page 11 of From You to Me

I shook my head and headed upstairs.

Right on the dot today.

I grinned, proud of myself.

Everything was going so perfectly. I woke up with a smile on my face and in the best mood ever. Because I had the most delicious dream last night. Jay and I were in the kitchen pretending to cook while we did other things. I blushed when I thought of what those things were. If only they happened in real life too.

I sighed happily as I punched in the code and sauntered to the kitchen.

The bitter-sweet aroma of coffee greeted me as soon as I entered. Someone with their back to me was brewing a cup from the machine.

“Umm, hello,” I called out as I placed my purse and jacket on the breakfast seat and leaned against the counter.

“Good morning, Ms. May.” Tyler gave me a small smile as he turned back.

“Morning.” I smiled back. “Please call me Evy.” I didn’t know how he knew my name. I guessed Aimee must have told him.

“Yes, Ms. May. I’m Tyler Lock. I’m Mr. Jameson’s personal guard.”

That made so much sense, given the way he looked. Also, he missed that I asked him to call me Evy.

“Nice to meet you, Tyler.” I held out my hand.

His smile widened as he strode forward and shook mine.

The hair on the back of my arms tingled with an awareness of a familiar intent gaze. Tingles ran down my spine as the back of my neck heated.

Tyler dropped my hand like it was on fire.

“Mr. Jameson,” he said, nodding to me as he left the kitchen with his go-to mug.

Why was he always sneaking up on me when I least expected it?

I slowly spun my head and gave him a small smile.

He looked delectable as he sat at the breakfast table, staring straight at me.

I fumbled as my brain tried to form words. What was I supposed to say to him? What was I even supposed to call him? Should I call him sir? Wouldn’t that be weird? Hmm, I wouldn’t mind calling him sir in R-rated scenarios.

I gave him an awkward wave.

“If you didn’t waste time flirting with my employees, my breakfast would be ready by now.”

My eyes widened. What did he just say? “I wasn’t flirting with Tyler.”

“I don’t fucking care.” He completely dismissed me and started to scroll through his phone with a fixed frown on his face.

And I stood there, not knowing what to do.

As if he sensed it, his eyes suddenly darted to mine, and the slight twitch in his jaw gave away his exasperation. “My breakfast, Evelyn.”

I swallowed.Yes, yeah.His breakfast. I must make it.

How was I going to get anything done if he was going to sit there and watch me?

I swiped through Aimee’s instructions and found the menu for Wednesday. It was an omelet. Okay, I could do that. That was easy, right?

I whisked the eggs as I kept sneaking glances at him. Thankfully, he was fully immersed in his phone. Good, I hoped he wouldn’t mind if I added a splash of oil to the pan.