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?"

poor sick man, faint on the way?" he said, his voice

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

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

doesn't have a spare bedroom, there's no place for you to

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 fit your long

tucked his legs onto the couch. "It's

won't

in the bed with you?"

of red, and she glared at him.

she knew she couldn't persuade him to

came back with a thick blanket,

some rest,"

in his eyes as he softly grabbed the edge of her

the middle of the night, Camila

the living room where Connor was curled

for Couch

a fever,"

his eyes, seeing the anxious look on Camila's

I'm going to