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."

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

managing a smile, "That's all in

as the words reached her lips, she hesitated.

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

eyes slightly lowered, and a surge of indescribable empathy rose

hospital was no minor

voice was close to her ear. "Feeling sorry

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

and her

warm atmosphere between them. Camila blinked,

I'm just near home,

name "Craig," a flicker of alertness passed

the first time that name had come up. That man seemed to have been around the night

his, and no one could take her

hung up

her ear, h d with a hint of his

who is he?"