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 one she cared

turmoil, calmly stating, "Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with a facial injury could harm the company's

chuckling, then leaned back on

antiseptic, Camila gently smeared some ointment on

it was during the boxing match. She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel.

his eyes slightly,

is too

pack to his face,

chill made Connor's face twitch

his eyes to enjoy Camila's care, a barely noticeable smile

pressing down

opened his eyes, their

immediately panicked, quickly

said softly, his voice carrying a

of the job," Camila responded

few minutes, her hand