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

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

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

conflict. He smiled lightly, breezily saying,

a surge of

half-year in the hospital was no minor

ear. "Feeling sorry for me?" He leaned in, smiling

behind me now," he said, wrapping an arm

watched him, and her empathy

rang, breaking the warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked, then

just near

"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 night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe feeling of jealousy began to spread

no one could take her

Camila hung up

her ear, h d with a hint of his

who is he?"