A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila glanced at the green light on the digital thermometer and smiled, "It's almost 6 PM."

She set the thermometer back on the nightstand. "Your fever's gone."

Connor sighed in relief. "Great, let's go shopping."

"All your clothes are washed, but we don't have a dryer, so you don't have anything to wear."

Connor paused, a bit taken aback. All his life, his clothes had always been taken care of by servants. He never thought the woman he loved would wash them by hand. A wave of warmth washed over him. He gently took Camila's hand, feeling its slight chill, and a surge of tenderness filled his heart.

He tucked her hand under the covers and whispered, "Thank you for doing this. Don't bother next time; it breaks my heart."

Camila chuckled and teased, "I could've just used the washing machine, but your clothes are too fancy for that."

"I'll wash your clothes from now on," Connor said earnestly.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand, lay back on Camila's legs, and quickly sent a message.

clothes on the

thought for a moment, then shook her

do you want to see? I'll

money, but there's no need to go overboard.

nose and said, "Alright, we'll do

go change," Camila said, motioning for him

walked to the balcony, where he saw his underwear hanging on the clothes rack. He felt a deep sense of

bathroom door opened, and Camila

dress, its hem

at Camila, a flash of amazement in his eyes. He gently wrapped his arms around

think so too,"

a coat and draped it over her shoulders. "It's cold out, wear

some makeup. You go lie down

Connor said as he held her