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."

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

sighed lightly, managing a smile, "That's all

Camila's 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

breezily saying, "I was in the hospital for half a year, but

surge of

in the hospital was no

ear. "Feeling sorry for

behind me now," he said, wrapping an arm around

and her empathy

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

I'm just near home, alright..." she

heared the name "Craig," a flicker of alertness

name had come up. That man seemed to have been around the night Drew got drunk. A hard-to-describe

was his, and no

hung

d with a hint of his

who is he?"