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-

of a

around and saw a motorcycle skillfully weaving through the

He quickly stepped into the

motorcyclist pulled

you help out? Lend me your bike!" Connor pleaded urgently. "We need to get to

that accident, Connor had developed a deep fear and aversion to motorcycles. He hadn't ridden

sized

you kidding? Do you know how much my bike

pay double the price

eyes widened. He was tempted by the offer. "Double?"

more time. I'll pay

a few seconds of silence,

the money first!" he said,

account details!" Connor said

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

number for the paperwork," the motorcyclist said, beaming as he tossed

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