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."

and never

sighed lightly, managing a smile, "That's

of sadness flickered in Camila's eyes. She wanted to ask about the accident, but as the words reached

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

and a surge of indescribable empathy rose within

hospital was

"Feeling sorry for me?" He

he said, wrapping an arm around

and

breaking the warm atmosphere between them. Camila

I'm just near home,

heared the name "Craig," a flicker of alertness passed

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

was his, and no one could take

Camila hung up the

to her ear, h d with a hint

who is he?"