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.

up at her with a gentle expression, he said, "I've got some clothes on the way. Let's go

moment, then shook her head. "Let's go

do you want to see? I'll rent out the

but there's no need to go overboard. Why

nose and

said, motioning for him

where he saw his underwear hanging on the clothes rack. He felt a deep sense

opened, and Camila

dress, its hem swaying like ripples in a pond,

He gently wrapped his arms around her waist and chuckled, "Your boyfriend is really

too," Camila

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

slipped on the coat and said, "I'm going to put on some makeup. You go lie down

he held her hands in his