I gasp, taken aback. “Mr. Grimes! There’s no way we’re going to let you cook something this scrumptious and not enjoy it.” I state firmly, setting my jaw. “Sit down right now and eat with us.”

“I can’t, I really need to—” He starts to protest.

“Nope, can’t isn’t allowed in this house, right girls?” I interrupt, turning to the giggling girls for support.

“That’s right, Ms. Kind.” Syd chimes in with laughter.

Ms. Tina mumbles under her breath, “I really like her.”

Vic and I lock eyes, a silent battle of wills unfolding between us. He hesitates, but the girls’ eager nods and my insistent gaze finally coax him to the table.

“Okay, I’ll join. But only for ten minutes! I have to submit these plans before five.” He warns, settling into the seat with a resigned smile.

The earlier formalities dissolve as we dine, replaced by genuine exchanges and shared laughter. It’s clear Vic is more than just a diligent father and skilled chef; he’s a man deeply dedicated to his daughters’ joy and well-being. I notice him gradually relaxing, his tension melting as he spends precious time with his daughters. I can’t imagine the pressure he’s dealing with–managing the family business and raising two daughters while still attempting to have a life of his own. He was right. His life is complicated. And though I know he’s my employer, and I should focus on my ultimate career goal, I really don’t mind complications, not if it involves getting closer to the Grimes family.

Throughout the meal, his occasional glances in my direction are soft and thoughtful, and he even engages when the girls begin to probe.

“Ms. Kind, I think Daddy likes having you around. He never eats with us.” Syd casually reveals while the house staff attempt to contain their laugh.

Vic looks visibly embarrassed but also so cute while trying to gather words to respond.

“Ooh, Daddy’s blushing!” Ari squeals.

Vicky gently intervenes. “Now, now, girls. Don’t put your dad on the spot like that,” She then adds with a smirk. “Though you do seem a bit flustered, Vic.”

Oh geez, now I’m blushing.

“And this is exactly why I eat in my office.” Vic smiles, attempting to actually make a joke. He then looks at me, a trace of nervousness flickering in his eyes. “So, Ms. Kind, how’s the food?”

Knowing Vic is a five-star chef, I feel a bit self-conscious about my reaction. He must know his food is spectacular and that I’m trying my hardest not to come off as a desperately hungry, broke fast-food connoisseur who hasn’t had a homecooked meal in forever! If I were home, I’d probably lick this damn plate clean.