A One Night Stand With My Boss

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't help but think about the vast gap between herself and Connor, which left her feeling a bit lost. Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts, Connor's gentle voice broke through. "Cami, if you're feeling nervous, just hold my hand. I'll always be here for you."

She nodded lightly, her smile returning. Feeling Connor's warmth and resolve calmed her spirit a bit. Before she had a chance to take in the view, the plane began its slow descent over Fernwood Valley. Looking out the window, she was awestruck by the bustling city below.

The plane landed smoothly on the tarmac. Connor gently took Camila's hand, and they walked off the plane together. After completing the formalities, Connor whispered softly, "Let's head to the hotel to rest a bit. Later, I'll take you out for dinner and a stroll."

Camila nodded, her earlier gloom gradually lifting, replaced by a hint of anticipation. They rode in a luxury sedan to the hotel's presidential suite floor. Waiting at the door was a butler, dressed in a crisp uniform and wearing a polite smile.

"Mr. Connor, Ms. Camila, welcome."

into the suite. The room was

gently opened a door and turned to Camila. "You can stay in this room,"

Camila responded

in, and kissed her forehead lightly. "I'll be in the room next door." Then, with a mischievous grin, he whispered in her ear, "If you're uncomfortable with me sleeping in the next room, you

dawn pink. She stole a glance at Connor, then quickly looked away, afraid he might see her shyness. "The master bedroom is yours; I'll take this one." Connor wrapped his arms around

deep and magnetic, making Camila's heart race uncontrollably. "I need to change," she suddenly said, grabbing her bag and quickly retreating into the master bedroom, closing the

it and took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Connor, looking at the closed door, touched his nose