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.

the

tried to mask her inner turmoil, calmly stating, "Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being

away, chuckling, then leaned back on the couch and

smeared some ointment on

She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped

opened his eyes slightly, giving her a pitiful

is

ice pack to his face, her movements

chill made Connor's face twitch slightly,

he didn't resist, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to enjoy Camila's care, a barely noticeable

intentionally pressing down harder with the ice

his eyes, their gazes locking,

immediately panicked,

softly, his voice carrying a hint of

the job,"

her hand holding the ice