A One Night Stand With My Boss

Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.

The doorbell echoed relentlessly.

Who could it be at this late hour?

Camila frowned, reluctantly rising from her bed to answer the door. Peering through the peephole, she saw Connor standing outside.

With a sigh, she opened the door.

As the door swung open, the unmistakable scent of smoke and liquor hit her. Connor swayed slightly at the threshold. His face flushed with inebriation, and his gaze was cloudy.

Camila frowned, covering her mouth and nose. "What's happened to you? Why have you drunk so much?"

Connor didn't reply but staggered into the apartment.

Camila hurried after him. Suddenly, Connor turned around, extended his long arm, and pulled Camila into his embrace.

His warm palms pressed against Camila's back, tightening his hold. Their bodies pressed closely together.

mingled with the

face as she met Connor's flawless features. Her heart nearly

on her bright,

me." Camila tried to speak calmly, desperately

too strong, holding

you

dropped to her soft, inviting lips.

capturing her tender lips accurately. He started to

Her mind went blank. Her heartbeat thundered against

gently yet possessively over

through her lips, bringing with it the intoxicating scent of alcohol and tobacco. He explored deeply, dominating the

could she think. Instinctively she wanted to push him away, but her body

tingling sensation shot through her head, overwhelming her senses. Slowly, she closed her

lasted an eternity, as if spanning

did Connor reluctantly break away from her lips. Both were breathless. His deep gaze was fixated

her cheeks