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 rode again," Connor said. His tone

"That's all in the past for

eyes. She wanted to ask about the accident, but as the words reached her lips, she hesitated. She didn't want to make Connor relive those unhappy memories or to salt his

hesitation and conflict. He smiled lightly, breezily saying,

surge of indescribable

half-year in the hospital was

her ear. "Feeling sorry for me?"

all behind me now," he said,

watched him, and her empathy

atmosphere between them. Camila

I'm just near home,

the name "Craig," a flicker of alertness passed

seemed to have been around the

was his, and no one could

hung up the

ear, h d with a hint of

who is he?"