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."

quite shaken up, and never rode again," Connor said. His tone

"That's all in the past

ask about the accident, but as the words reached her lips, she hesitated. She didn't want to make Connor relive those unhappy memories or

conflict. He smiled lightly, breezily saying, "I was in the hospital for half

lowered, and a surge of indescribable empathy rose within

in the hospital was no

ear. "Feeling sorry for me?"

now," he said, wrapping an

him, and

warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked, then answered the

I'm just near

"Craig," a flicker of alertness passed

up. That man seemed to have been around the

his, and no one could take

hung up the

h d with a hint

who is he?"