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.

to greet them, "Mr. Connor, your private dining room is ready. Please

followed the maître d' to the reserved private dining

room was gently pushed open, and the maître

faint scent wafted through the

see a familiar figure

her pupils dilated. "Peter?" Her voice trembled

the person in the dining room, as

up with a smile, looking at Camila with a hint of admiration and warmth. "Miss

felt as if she were

She

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

her voice steady, but

with tears - tears of

voice broke the brief silence. "Am I