COOK FOR ME?

Paris got ready for work early the next day and told her parents that she was going to drop Angel off at school.

They both came out of the house and got into her car which had Brad as the driver.

Seeing him, Angel exclaimed, "Daddy!"

Her excitement was obvious as she had not expected to see Brad that morning. After dropping her off and promising to see her later in the day, Brad drove Paris to her company.

Before coming out of the car, he asked her, "Can we have lunch together, later? I'll cook for you."

She furrowed her brows, "Cook for me? You mean at your place?"

He nodded.

She smiled, "Why does that sound like a trap?"

"Trust me, it's not." He replied. "I just want to do something nice for you. And this is the only thing I can afford to do for now. I'm actually a very good chef and I promise to go all out."

He stared at her expectantly while Paris chuckled, "As tempting as your offer is, I'm afraid I'll have to give it a pass. I already have plans."

"How about dinner then?" He per