Page 43 of Reckless

“I knew it. No one else I know would be up so early on a Sunday.”

Tyler rubbed his eyes. His hair stuck out in every direction. My gaze traveled down to his naked chest. When it reached his sweatpants, I immediately looked up to his face again. He was moving his head left and right like he was warming up before a training session.

When he finally stopped doing that his eyes found mine. We stared at each other for a moment. Then he leaned a shoulder on the door frame and raised a brow in question. I remained silent.

“I know you came here to wake me up and piss me off, but I anticipated you would also say something.”

That was part of Tyler’s charm. He knew what I was thinking and what I wanted without me saying a word. And when that something was to push his buttons, he remained calm. Collected. I had seen him irritated, but I never saw him lose control over his emotions. Assuming he had any.

I lifted my chin up and spoke with my sweetest voice.

“I told you yesterday that we are helping Clem and Lucas move to the new house.”

“Is she even awake?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t called her yet.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head with a hint of a smile on his lips. He pushed himself off the door frame and waved a hand to invite me in.

“I’ll take a shower.”

“Aren’t you going to offer me a cup of coffee first?” I asked as he was slowly walking up the stairs.

“You know where the kitchen is,” he said with a yawn.

“Yes, but I am a guest at your house.”

“Not my house, little Spencer.”

I couldn’t see him anymore and it seemed pointless to continue talking to him, so I went to the kitchen. Tyler returned ten minutes later. The smell of oranges coming from him was stronger than at the vineyard. His blond hair was wet and that made it look darker. A lock of it was plastered over his forehead. I wanted to reach over and move it. Return it to its place.

“See? You made coffee,” he said with a tone that suggested he wasn’t at all surprised. He sat across from me at the table and took a sip. “What a good, obedient little girl. I bet Nick loves how manageable you are.”

“Didn’t we have that conversation already? There is nothing wrong with doing something for others. It gives you pleasure.”

“Next time give yourself pleasure by letting me get some sleep,” he said, his gaze fixed on my lips.

Him talking about me giving myself pleasure sounded dirty. And hot. My entire body warmed up.

“I warned you yesterday. We are helping Clem.”

“And I told you I was attending a party. And yet here you are,” his eyes met mine. “At seven in the morning.”

“How was it?” I asked.

“Like every other party,” he glanced around. “Did you by any chance bring something for breakfast?”

“No.”

“You are buying me breakfast then,” he stood up. “It’s only fair, since you woke me up just to watch me drag my sleepy ass all day.” I smiled at the fact he not only knew what I was thinking, but formulated my thoughts with the same words I was thinking.

“A quick bite,” I warned and jumped off my chair.

“Of course. I wouldn’t postpone the unbelievable delight of moving my sister’s shit.” He exited the kitchen and I followed.

“You are not moving it yourself. They hired people.”

“Why am I going then?”

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