A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor ducked quickly, but a few drops of hot oil still splashed onto his arm, making him wince in pain.

"Watch out!" Camila exclaimed, grabbing a damp towel and handing it to Connor, her eyes full of concern. "Where did the oil hit you?"

"Stand back a bit, keep clear of the oil," Connor advised, holding the towel between them.

Logan couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. "Stop trying to be a hero; let me take over."

Connor gave a sheepish smile and set down the barbecue tongs.

Logan took the tongs from Connor and confidently placed the pork belly on the grill.

Camila used kitchen scissors to cut a piece from the pork Connor had been grilling, blew on it to cool it down, and took a bite.

Her face lit up with satisfaction, and she smiled, saying, "It's a bit charred, but it tastes pretty good!"

Seeing Camila's content expression, a wave of guilt and frustration washed over Connor.

He gently stroked Camila's hair and said softly, "It's burnt; you don't have to eat it."

Camila smiled warmly, "Anything you cook makes me happy."

Connor looked at her, his eyes full of emotion, and he smiled, gently holding her hand, "You're such a sweetheart."

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