A One Night Stand With My Boss

The next day.

Camila had just finished washing up when the doorbell rang. She frowned slightly, wondering which neighborhood kid was messing with the doorbell again. Deciding to ignore it, she walked to her bedroom to change clothes.

She had just taken off her pajamas when the doorbell rang again.

Camila sighed with resignation. She wondered which child was being such a nuisance. This had happened before, but usually, it was just once.

Reluctantly, she slipped her pajamas back on and went to the door, peering through the peephole. Her expression softened when she saw who it was.

There stood Connor, bathed in sunlight, looking even more handsome and dashing than usual.

Camila quickly opened the door, surprised. "What brings you here?" she asked.

Connor smiled gently, his eyes warm. "David will be bringing breakfast over soon, and from now on, I'll be the one to pick you up for work."

Instead of the smile Connor was hoping for, Camila's expression turned serious. A wave of anxiety rushed over him. He worried she might have changed her mind overnight. With a heavy sigh, Camila said, "We need to talk. Come in."

They sat down on the sofa, and she patted the space beside her. Connor sat, his face filled with nervous anticipation.

Camila watched him sternly. "I'm your secretary. It's my job to pick you up for work. You're turning things upside down."

relief. She wasn't regretting their relationship.

and I'm your secretary. I want no confusion about that." Connor frowned slightly, eager to shout from the rooftops that Camila

understand. At work, I'll maintain

he grasped her hand playfully. "But it's not

by his gestures, her lips curving into

word "boyfriend," Connor's face lit up, and he pulled

a moment, Camila gently pushed him away, saying softly,

his waist playfully, "David will be here soon, and I'm

go,

change Feeling good today, she decided put on

some blush

of

her

The

rang; it was David.