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."

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

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

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

lightly, breezily saying, "I was in

lowered, and a surge of indescribable

half-year in the hospital

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

me now," he said, wrapping an arm around Camila's

and her

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

just near home, alright..."

a flicker of alertness

seemed to have been around the night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe

and no one

Camila hung up the

to her ear, h d with a hint of his

who is he?"