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.

her breath mingled with the

Connor's flawless features. Her heart

her bright, sparkling

of me." Camila tried to speak calmly, desperately

too strong,

can't you

gaze dropped to her soft, inviting lips. His

couldn't help but lean down, capturing her

filled with shock. Her mind went blank. Her heartbeat thundered

gently yet

moment, Connor's tongue gently entered through her lips, bringing with it the intoxicating scent of alcohol and tobacco. He explored deeply, dominating the territory. His arms wrapped tightly

him away, but her body seemed frozen, unable to move. She could

head, overwhelming her senses. Slowly, she

eternity, as if spanning a

break away from her lips. Both were

air. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and her cheeks