A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled, continuing her task in the kitchen while her face beamed with joy. "Making pasta is no trouble at all. It'll be ready in a moment. Why don't you wait at the dining table?"

Connor held her tighter, resting his chin gently on top of her head. "I just want to hold you like this. It feels like bliss."

Setting down the tongs, Camila turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked up at him, her eyes clear, a sweet smile on her lips.

Connor gazed at her smiling face and gently lowered his head to kiss her forehead. His lips slowly moved down to her nose, and finally, his gaze fixed on her soft, pink lips. He gently closed his eyes and kissed her, his movements tender.

Camila closed her eyes, tilting her head back to meet his kiss.

Connor's lips curled into a smile, his gentle kiss turning passionate. It was only when Camila felt a strain in her neck and stepped back that Connor stopped, planting a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth before slowly letting her go.

He took in her flushed lips and her slightly breathless appearance, finding her incredibly beautiful.

"I love you," he said, his voice deep and husky.

The sound of boiling water had been audible for a while.

Camila lowered her head, shyly avoiding his desirous gaze, her cheeks tinting with a blush as she murmured an acknowledgment.

Gently pushing him away, she turned and said softly, "The pasta's going to burn."

the pasta from the pot and placed them into

on his lips, wrapped his arms around her waist

Camila

thrill through Connor. He reached out and tenderly pinched

eat," Camila said as she

go, finding her

headed to the dining table,

I'll go sort out the clothes," she said and then pulled her suitcase back to

and watched her leave with a sense

Camila returned from

unpacked, Connor was already halfway through his bowl of pasta, his gaze following her every move,

good?" she

saying, "It's

frowned slightly, looking at the limp

of guilt. She

couldn't possibly be delet