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."

up even more. She felt her cheeks beginning to warm and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, it's

a slight panic and

Connor chuckled and nodded.

get back to work."

"Alright."

the air for many employees. As soon as the clock struck

no exception. She quickly organized her workspace, filed away documents, and grabbed her backpack, planning to head

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

Mr. Connor," and they walked to

the reflective

beside her, a ripple of emotion surfacing

ground floor. The crowd surged

was already getting

home tonight?"