A One Night Stand With My Boss

She picked up a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic and moved closer to Connor, gently wiping at the corner of his mouth. Her fingers lightly brushed against Connor's cheek, carrying a slight chill.

The proximity was close enough that they could feel each other's breath, a flirtatious ambiance permeating the air.

Camila's heartbeat involuntarily quickened. She tried to remain composed as she continued tending to Connor's wound, b

ut the closeness made her senses unusually sharp.

She could feel Connor's breath on the back of her hand, causing a ticklish sensation.

Connor lowered his gaze, looking at her intently, his eyes soft and adoring.

Camila was nervous, and inadvertently pressed harder.

"Ouch..."

Camila looked up, meeting his eyes, her voice shaky with panic. "Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

Connor gazed at her, his eyes deep and tender, asking in a low voice.

"Does your heart hurt?"

Camila swallowed.

Did her heart hurt?

Yes.

he was the

stating, "Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with a facial injury could harm the

chuckling, then leaned back on the couch

gently smeared some ointment on

cheek bruise was more pronounced than it was during the boxing match. She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel. "Mr. Connor, hold

his eyes slightly, giving

hand is

ice pack to his face, her movements far

Connor's

and closing his eyes to enjoy Camila's

her nose, intentionally pressing down harder with the ice

eyes, their gazes locking,

immediately panicked,

Connor said softly, his voice carrying a hint of

just part of the job," Camila responded

minutes, her hand holding