A One Night Stand With My Boss

The next morning, Camila and Connor boarded their flight right on time, embarking on a nearly ten-hour long journey.

Camila glanced sideways at Connor and noticed that he seemed a bit down today. His gaze was troubled, his expression slightly tense, as if weighed down by heavy thoughts.

The flight attendant gently reminded the passengers to fasten their seat belts. Camila snapped out of her reverie and securely fastened hers.

The plane slowly moved away from the gate, accelerating towards the end of the runway. As the airplane finally ascended above the clouds, Camila looked out the window at the vast expanse of white clouds, which looked exceptionally beautiful under the sunlight.

She turned her head to look at Connor, who was resting with his eyes closed.

October 7th was his birthday. Should she confess her feelings then?

Camila felt a mix of anticipation and slight anxiety.

When they arrived in Fairmount, the driver was already waiting and first took Camila back to her place.

***

her luggage inside, Camila took a refreshing shower

she awoke, it was already six o'clock the next morning. She opened her eyes to the ceiling, feeling a bit lost; just

bed for a while,

As usual, she and Connor exercised together, had breakfast, and went to work. They walked into the elevator side by side, not speaking, but their

the repetitive daily chores, they had

driver and

have

scenery, lost in thought, "I plan to go home and help out," she replied

mirror, she caught a glimpse of Connor. He was looking down at

head and gently said to him, "Mr. Connor, I won't be going to your place during the holiday." Connor looked up at her briefly, his expression

the car radio began to play, with the host introducing,

flowed smoothly, filled with a

rearview mirror and saw Connor pause, frowning

that song was pretty nice, wasn't