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.

gaze lifted to meet his, and her breath mingled with the scent of

she met Connor's

his gaze on her bright, sparkling eyes. Why

go of me." Camila

grip was too strong,

you fall for

lips. His eyes darkened, and his throat

help but lean down, capturing her tender lips accurately. He started to

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

gently yet

of alcohol and tobacco. He explored deeply, dominating the territory. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, as if trying to

away, but her body seemed frozen, unable to move.

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

lasted an eternity, as if

whimpered. Only then did Connor reluctantly break away from her lips. Both were breathless. His deep gaze was fixated on Camila's

air. Her eyes were slightly unfocused, and her cheeks were flushed and hot. Her