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," Connor said. His tone was

a smile, "That's all in the

but as the words reached her lips, she hesitated.

lightly, breezily saying, "I was in the hospital

surge of indescribable empathy rose within

half-year in the hospital

"Feeling sorry for me?" He leaned in,

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

watched him, and her

the warm atmosphere between them. Camila

just near home,

he heared the name "Craig," a flicker of

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 like wild grass in his

his, and no one could take her

hung

to her ear, h d with a hint

who is he?"