A One Night Stand With My Boss

Connor's eyes darkened. His piercing gaze narrowed slightly with a dangerous glimmer, exuding a strong sense of aggression.

John recognized the tall, imposing man in front of him as Camila's boss. With a slight furrow of his brows, he asked, "Are you looking for Camila?" Connor did not speak for a long while.

John's eyelids twitched. He sensed the dangerous aura enveloping the man before him. The aura radiating from this man exerted an invisible pressure on him.

He swallowed, tentatively asking, "Camila is taking a shower. Would you like to come in?"

Connor's pupils contracted, and his gaze turned exceptionally cold and piercing. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke in a deep voice, "No, thank you." He turned and left.

As John watched his retreating figure, a chill rose from the depths of his heart, causing him to shudder involuntarily. He closed the door and returned inside.

"Who was it?" Craig asked.

"It was Camila's boss. Not sure what it was about."

John replied, shivering again at the mention of Connor.

"I hear Cami's job is really demanding. She often has to work late into the night," Craig sighed. "The dining table's covered in documents. She really has it tough." In the bathroom.

over again. It took a while

went to the bedroom where

"How's he doing?"

be fine after some

said gratefully. "Sorry

it." Craig shook his head. "We're

guys go ahead. I'm fine here," Camila said. "Drew's

your help tonight. I really appreciate

need for thanks," Craig said, looking at Camila. "You're my sister after all." He

with a

and John suddenly stopped, saying, "Your boss came by earlier. You still have work at this

and her smile faltered

work-related issues to

said. "Call us