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.

maître d' immediately came to greet them, "Mr. Connor, your private dining room is ready. Please follow me." Connor nodded slightly, indicating for him

maître d' to the reserved

open, and the maître d' made a welcoming gesture,

wafted

to see a familiar figure within her line of

pupils dilated. "Peter?" Her voice trembled

eyes were glued to the person in the dining room, as if afraid that he would disappear

at Camila with a hint of admiration

felt as if

She

words seemed pale and weak, had

keep her voice steady, but the tremor at the end betrayed

brimmed with tears - tears

slightly jealous voice broke the brief silence.