Hazel, wearing a look of both surprise and confusion, couldn't help but ask,
Hazel
Mr. Francisco, what are you doing?
Without diverting his attention from the cooking, Francisco calmly responded,
Francisco
I am trying to cook.
Hazel's eyes widened at the sight of her boss taking over her kitchen. She hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to react.
Hazel, feeling a bit flustered by Francisco's unexpected culinary initiative, protested,
Hazel
But you don’t need to do this. You are my guest.
Francisco, with a pan holder in hand and an apron that somehow managed to make him look even more appealing, turned his intense blue eyes toward her. Ignoring her objection, he dipped his index finger into the simmering curry and provocatively presented it to Hazel, commanding,
Francisco
Taste it.
Caught off guard, Hazel hesitated.
Yet, the unwavering determination in Francisco's gaze hinted that he wouldn't retract his finger until she complied. Gathering her courage, Hazel tentatively touched her tongue to his outstretched index.
With a subtle nod and a nervous smile, she admitted,
Hazel
Yes, it tastes good.
A smirk played on Francisco's lips, and, in a sudden and bold move, he brought his index finger to his own mouth, sensually sucking on the spot where Hazel's tongue had just grazed.
Hazel, feeling increasingly uncomfortable with the unexpected intimacy, swiftly averted her gaze and redirected her attention to the task of hand – cutting onions.
Francisco
Yeah, it’s not bad
Francisco remarked after tasting the curry.
Hazel, heartened by his positive response, offered a light smile and attempted to lighten the mood, saying,
Hazel
I didn’t know you could cook, Mr. Francisco. It’s astounding.
A subtle glint of mystery crossed Francisco's eyes as he responded,
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