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.

the way. Let's go out for a nice dinner and

her head. "Let's go see a

which one do you want to see?

slightly, "I know you've got money, but there's no need to go overboard. Why rent out the whole

nose and said,

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

his underwear hanging on the clothes rack. He felt a deep sense of belonging, like he was the rightful man of

door opened, and Camila stepped

hem swaying like ripples in a pond, stunningly

at Camila, a flash of amazement in his eyes. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled, "Your boyfriend is really

think so too,"

and draped it over her shoulders. "It's

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

said as he held her hands in