A One Night Stand With My Boss

As the workday drew to a close, Connor stepped out of his office and spoke softly. "Come on. I'll take you somewhere special."

Camila nodded, quickly packed her things, and left with him.

The elevator went straight to the parking garage.

Curious, Camila asked, "Isn't Young coming?"

Connor gave a slight smile and shook his head. "I'm driving."

He walked over to his familiar Bentley, opened the passenger door, and placed a hand on the car frame to prevent Camila from hitting her head.

Camila bent down to get in, buckled her seatbelt, and turned to him. Her eyes were full of curiosity. "Where are we going?"

Connor started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot. His lips curled into a mysterious smile. "A place that will surprise you," he teased, revealing no more. Camila stared into his eyes, her curiosity deepened.

Eventually, the car stopped in front of a upscale restaurant. Connor parked the car, walked around to open the door for Camila.

them, "Mr. Connor, your private dining room is

followed the maître d' to the reserved private

dining room was gently pushed open, and

wafted through the

only to see a familiar figure

and her pupils dilated. "Peter?" Her

room, as if

a smile, looking at Camila with a hint of admiration and warmth. "Miss Camila, it's a pleasure to finally

felt as if she

She

her words seemed pale and weak, had never imagined meeting her favourite artist in such

meet you." She struggled to keep her voice steady, but the tremor at the end betrayed her

brimmed with tears - tears of joy and admiration for her

Emily's slightly jealous voice broke the