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."

felt her cheeks beginning to warm and quickly waved her hands,

words revealed a slight panic

Connor chuckled and nodded.

get back to work." Camila said, her

"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 workers began packing their belongings to leave, cramming

quickly organized her workspace, filed away documents, and

hoping to leave with him. Finally, Connor appeared

"Sure, Mr. Connor,"

descended, the reflective

her, a ripple of emotion surfacing in her heart, but she quickly suppressed

the elevator reached the ground floor. The crowd surged out like a tide, and Camila and

already getting dark

heading home tonight?" Connor