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."

shaken up, and never rode again,"

"That's

reached her lips, she hesitated. She didn't want to make

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

eyes slightly lowered, and a surge

hospital was

close to her ear. "Feeling sorry

behind me now," he said,

watched him, and her empathy

a phone rang, breaking the warm atmosphere

near

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

no one

Camila hung up the

h d with a hint of his

who is he?"