A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila stood quietly on the side, waiting patiently. She was nervous, unsure how to break the silence.

Finally, she gathered her courage and softly called out, "Mr. Connor."

Connor put down the pen he was holding and looked up at her, his gazes captivating and luminous.

Camila's heart raced. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "October 7th is your birthday. Do you have any plans?"

"Why do you ask?" Connor replied.

"To thank you for your care, tolerance, and trust over the time," Camila's heart thudded loudly, "I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner."

Connor looked at her silently for a few seconds. "Logan and the others have planned a party for me," he said, his voice still calm.

A flicker of amusement seemed to pass through his eyes. "But after it ends, I could meet up with you, or..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze lightly sweeping across Camila's face, "I could also choose to stand them up."

cheeks beginning to warm and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, it's

words revealed a slight panic and

Connor chuckled and nodded.

to work." Camila said, her smile

"Alright."

before the holiday, like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, anticipation filled the air for many employees. As soon as the clock struck six, eager

She quickly organized her workspace, filed away documents, and grabbed her backpack, planning

door, hoping to leave with him. Finally, Connor appeared at the doorway and simply said, "Let's

smiled and replied, "Sure, Mr. Connor," and they walked to the

the reflective metallic

Connor beside her, a ripple of emotion surfacing

surged out like a tide, and Camila and Connor

was already getting

heading home