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.

he said, "I've got some clothes on the way. Let's go out for a nice dinner and buy you some beautiful

moment, then shook her head.

lit up with excitement. "Sure, which one do you want to

but there's no need to go overboard. Why rent out the whole

and said, "Alright, we'll do it your

Camila said, motioning for him to

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

bathroom door opened, and Camila stepped

changed into a long dress, its hem swaying like

of amazement in his eyes. He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled, "Your boyfriend

think so too," Camila

and draped it over

put on some makeup. You go lie down on the bed. It's chilly and you're just wearing

as he held her