A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Critical condition..." Camila turned her head like a puppet, muttering under her breath.

Connor's heart clenched. He gripped her hand tightly. "It's going to be okay. Dr. Tom will be here soon."

"We need to get out and walk to a clearer area to catch a cab!" Connor said with determination.

"Okay."

Connor couldn't tell if Camila was nodding or just shivering.

Logan was anxiously checking the GPS, constantly zooming in on the map.

"It's jammed for about a mile or two," he said, frowning helplessly.

Connor couldn't wait any longer. He swiftly opened the car door, circled the car, and came to Camila's side. Gently, he helped her out of the car, letting her lean on him.

Camila's legs were weak, and only with Connor's support could she barely stand.

Logan followed them out of the car, looking around worriedly. There were no shortcuts nearby.

Vroom, vroom, vroom-

sound of a vehicle approached

turned around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the traffic, bypassing the

into

down, the motorcyclist pulled up in front of

you help out? Lend me your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently.

Connor in astonishment, hardly believing his ears. Ever since that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden one since, nor did

sized

kidding? Do you know how much my bike costs? Not just anyone can

I'll pay double the price for it!"

was tempted

no more time. I'll

few seconds of

first!" he said, clutching the keys tightly in

me your account details!"

relayed his account information, and in less than a minute, a

the bike is yours! Leave your number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said,

the keys and helmet, glanced at Logan, and told the motorcyclist, "Handle