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?"

I, a poor sick man, faint on the way?" he said, his voice growing weaker as if he might collapse at any

huh? Maybe I should drive you to the

rest will do," Connor said, cuddling closer to

place doesn't have a spare bedroom, there's no place for you to sleep," Camila gently

into Camila's eyes, his own twinkling mischievously, 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;

his legs onto the

"You won't be comfortable

sleep in the

turned a shade of red, and she glared at him. "Don't even think

his stubborn look, she knew she couldn't persuade

with a thick blanket, gently

to get some

a hint of triumph in his eyes as he softly grabbed the edge of her shirt.

the night, Camila woke up

tiptoed to the living room where Connor was curled up on

for Couch he had a

fever," she called his

look on Camila's

put, I'm going to get