A One Night Stand With My Boss

Time had slipped by unnoticed for several hours.

Camila woke up, sensing someone in the living room. As she entered, she saw Connor deeply immersed in his work. He sat on the couch. The light from his laptop screen reflected in his deep eyes, casting an aura of focused charm.

"When did you get back?" Camila asked softly.

"Not long ago." Connor looked up. His eyes met Camila's, and a smile graced his lips. "I picked up some food on my way back, it's in the fridge now."

"Thanks," Camila responded gently.

"Yeah. I didn't want to wake you, so I just let myself in with the code," Connor explained. "Just finished some work."

"Why don't you work from home office instead of the couch? It's much more comfortable." Camila furrowed her brows slightly, and her tone was laced with concern.

of amusement in his eyes. He walked over to Camila, leaning in to whisper, "I just

and the air was charged with an unspoken

Connor seemed to convey his feelings through his gaze. The romantic tension made her slightly nervous, so she changed the subject.

her diversion. He led her to the fridge. "Open it and

of desserts. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wow,

hoping you'd like them." "You must be hungry. You haven't eaten anything this morning, right?" He pointed to a takeout bag next to the fridge. "There's seafood pasta

sat opposite each other. Camila took in the feast

you manage to prepare

I lose a lot of

night,