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."

got quite shaken up, and never rode again,"

smile, "That's all in the past for

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

smiled lightly, breezily saying, "I was

a surge of indescribable empathy

hospital was no

Connor's voice was close to her ear. "Feeling sorry for

all behind me now," he said,

watched him, and her empathy

rang, breaking the warm atmosphere between them.

just near home, alright..." she

he heared the name "Craig," a flicker

first time that name had come up. That man seemed to have been around the night Drew got drunk. A

and no one could take her

hung up

to her ear, h d with a

who is he?"