Page 24 of The Love Syllabus

Vic, serving us, smiles modestly. “I like to cook, so I thought I’d prepare something special. We’ve got a saffron-infused seafood risotto, herb-crusted lamb chops, and a deconstructed caprese salad with a balsamic reduction drizzle for a touch of whimsy.”

Syd’s eyes widen at the sight of the colorful risotto, and Ari claps her hands in delight at the lamb chops. I’m amazed by it all. Vic’s culinary skills are as much a gateway to his world as they reflect his passion, and I find myself increasingly charmed, not just by the food, but by the chef himself. The connection I feel with Vic strengthens with every shared glance, light touch, and casual caress as he serves the food, sending sparks along my skin. Despite the professional boundaries I know we should maintain, I can’t help but flirt with the idea of blurring the boundaries just a little.

“Y’all sure know how to eat good in this family.” I remark as Vic assists me and the girls into our seats before pouring water into our glasses alongside a cup of punch.

“And you cook every day?” I ask, genuinely impressed.

Vic responds with a smile, setting down the pitcher. “I’m always busy with work, so the least I can do is ensure my girls have three good meals every day.” He bends down and kisses the top of their heads. “Enjoy.”

Confused, I frown, noting his lack of a plate as he nearly exits the dining room. “But wait! Aren’t you joining us?”

Ms. Tina, Gary, and even Ms. Vicky exchange surprised glances.

“Dad never eats lunch with us,” Syd explains with a hint of sadness in her voice. “He’s always working in his study, remember?”

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’tisn’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. Henevereats 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, nowI’mblushing.

“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.

“It’s delicious, Mr. Grimes. I could never cook something like this. Well, I’m sure I can, but I’ll be honest, I’m a much better baker than a cook.”

His interest piqued, Vic slightly leans in. “You enjoy baking?”

“Do I?” I hysterically retort. “I love baking! Now, I’m no trained professional like you, Chef Grimes, but I can bake a mean sweet potato pie. They’ve won first place in the Beverly Mills Bake-off for two years in a row. I bet you’ll love my pies.”

Vic’s gaze intensifies, sparking a flutter in my chest. “I bet I will.” He replies, a playful edge to his voice.

Flustered by our exchange, I find myself blushing and subconsciously tucking a stray curl behind my ear. His presence has a way of making every other distraction fade away, leaving just the two of us in a bubble of our own until Ari’s gleeful interjection snaps us back to reality.

“Ms. Kind, when you move in, you won’t have to worry about cooking. Dad handles that. You two could tag team! Dad will cook dinner, and you’ll bake.” She suggests with a hopeful grin.

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