Chapter Eight
Ella
Sunday brunches were my favorite. Christmas was the only other time Chef Todd prepared more food than his famous Sunday brunches. To top it, Sunday was my day off.
Feeling happy for no other reason than the free time and the tons of splendid cooking, I skipped to the dining room—dubbed the Brunch Room. The smell of smoky bacon, cinnamon, and coffee was in the air. My mouth watered as I made my way down the long corridor.
“Wow, what a spread,” I heard Jasper remark.
I stopped, not wanting to see Tyrell after seeing him wearing nothing but a towel the day before. A towel that had tented over his boner. It was quite intriguing—but mostly repulsive.
I was glad Darleen hadn’t been paying attention and she missed it. Well, most of it. She did see him running away though,
