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.

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

locked, and the air was charged with

convey his feelings through his gaze. The romantic tension made her slightly nervous, so she changed the subject. "What

just smiled, not calling her out on her diversion. He led her to the fridge. "Open it

the fridge was filled with a variety of desserts. Her eyes widened in surprise. "Wow, mille-feuille, fruit tarts,

bring back, 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

sat opposite each other. Camila took in the

you manage to prepare

lot of points last

he had done the previous night, but he