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.

expression, he said, "I've got some clothes on the way. Let's go out for a

for a moment, then shook her head. "Let's go see a movie

do you want to

there's no need to go overboard. Why rent

her nose and said, "Alright,

change," Camila said, motioning for him to get up while

the clothes rack. He felt a deep sense of belonging, like he was the

door opened, and Camila

its hem

of amazement in his eyes. He gently wrapped his

think so too,"

it over her shoulders. "It's cold out, wear

the coat and said, "I'm going to put on some makeup. You go lie down on the bed. It's chilly and you're just wearing silk

not cold," Connor said as he held