A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila gently shook her head.

"Before we were together, you used to come and have lunch in my office too," Connor said, holding her hand, not wanting to let her go.

The events of the morning were still fresh in her mind, and Camila wasn't sure they could eat without ending up kissing.

With a sweet smile, Camila said, "Mr. Connor, please enjoy your meal. I'll step out for a while."

Connor sighed in resignation and let go of her hand.

Camila returned to her desk, opened her lunch box, glanced at Connor in his office, and sent him a message. [Babe, lunchtime!]

When Connor received the message, his gloomy mood instantly lifted. He took his lunch box to his desk, watching Camila through the glass door.

With a slight smile, he opened his lunch box. Whatever dish Camila picked, he would pick the same.

After finishing their meal, Camila picked up her phone and typed away. Predictably, Connor immediately checked his phone-it was indeed a message from her. [Babe, I'm off to take a nap.]

Connor looked down, smiling, and replied, [Okay!]

Camila left her desk, leaving Connor feeling a bit empty. He picked up the cigarettes on his desk, but then remembered Camila disliked the smell.

pack and lighter, he got up and walked out

He took a deep

a bench on the other side of the roof, so he walked over, cigarette between

filled with

him. They jumped

their awkward, tense expressions

first, his voice trembling slightly, "Mr. Connor..." His eyes were filled

looked down, too scared to meet Connor's eyes, her hands tightly

to interrupt. You guys carry on," Connor said

Connor, it was me who

woman quickly tugged at

coat,

crazy anxiously, "Are you

than me, and you earn more. If

reminded of his own office romance with

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of his cigarette, stubbed it out in the, ashtray of the trash