A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled gently, nodding her agreement, "Okay."

Outside in the tree-lined streets of the neighborhood, the avenue was deserted, leaving only them to walk slowly along the path.

The streetlights elongated their shadows, as if to blend them into the silent hues of the night.

In November's Fairmount, the night air was already cool. The breeze rustled through the leaves with a whispering sound.

Connor slipped off his suit jacket and draped it gently over Camila's shoulders.

"It's a bit chilly tonight. Don't catch a cold," Connor said softly.

"Mhm." Camila tightened the jacket around her, instantly enveloped by Connor's warm scent.

Connor spoke up, "Truthfully, I'm quite a dull person. My biggest hobby used to be racing."

"Racing?" Camila asked, surprised. She never imagined that this composed and reserved CEO before her could have such a fervent passion.

Connor nodded. "Yeah, motorcycles," he said with a smile, adding, "Unexpected, right?"

Camila nodded. "I've never seen you ride a motorcycle."

accident once, got quite shaken up, and never

a smile, "That's all in the past for me

reached her lips, she hesitated. She didn't want to make Connor relive those unhappy memories or

seemed to notice Camila's hesitation and conflict. He smiled lightly, breezily saying, "I was in the hospital for half

surge of indescribable empathy rose

half-year in the hospital

her ear. "Feeling sorry for me?" He

behind me now," he said, wrapping an

him, and her

the warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked,

just near

a flicker of alertness passed through

have been around the night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe feeling of jealousy began to spread

no one could

Camila hung up the

to her ear, h d with a hint

who is he?"