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 rode again," Connor

lightly, managing a smile, "That's all in the

sadness flickered in Camila's eyes. She wanted to 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 to

saying, "I was in the hospital for half a

slightly lowered, and a surge of indescribable

half-year in the hospital was

her ear. "Feeling

all behind me now," he said,

and her

rang, breaking the warm atmosphere between them.

just near

name "Craig," a flicker of alertness passed through Connor's

wasn't the first time that name had come up. That man seemed to have been around the

and no one

Camila hung up

h d with a hint

who is he?"