A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila felt a little breathless from Connor's tight hug, but she laughed as she protested.

"Connor, you're squeezing the life out of me!" she playfully scolded.

Connor immediately loosened his grip, concern etched on his face. "Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all, but I haven't finished making the fruit salad. You need some vitamins," Camila said, getting up and heading to the kitchen.

Connor watched her move, his eyes filled with a contented smile.

Before long, Camila returned from the kitchen, carrying a plate of mixed fruits.

"Have some fruit," she said softly, bringing a piece to Connor's mouth.

Connor opened his mouth and ate the fruit she fed him.

Sitting down on the couch, Camila ate some fruit too and then noted, "It's getting late, you should head home."

Connor, resting his head on her lap, coughed twice and feigned weakness. "But it's pouring rain outside. I can't possibly make it home now."

Camila laughed, "Your place is just a short walk away. How can you not make it?"

sick man, faint on the way?" he said,

help but laugh. "That serious, huh? Maybe I should drive you

a good night's rest will do," Connor said,

there's no place

showing no signs of leaving. "I can sleep on the couch." Camila frowned slightly, looking at Connor's tall frame. "My couch is pretty small; it won't

his legs onto the

won't

just sleep in the bed with you?" Connor suggested

she glared

knew she couldn't persuade him

with

some rest," she

her, a hint of triumph in his eyes as he softly grabbed the

of the night, Camila woke up

to the living room where Connor was curled

gently touched his for Couch he had

Connor, you have a fever,"

on Camila's face, he tried to smile.

I'm going to get