The Billionaire’s Cook
I was a 100% sure the constant buzzing in my sweatpants’ pocket was her asking for updates.
Moving quickly, I obtained everything I needed in two trips and spread them out on the counter. Then I brought out the pan and got to work. This was the simplest meal he could have asked me to make and I was sure after he tasted it, he would see there was nothing special about my cooking.
I wondered why he thought so in the first place. Cooking wasn’t my passion or anything. It was simply something I loved doing to de-stress so my skills were basic at best.