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?"

a poor sick man, faint on the way?" he said, his voice growing weaker as if

huh? Maybe I should drive you to

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

bedroom, there's no

couch." Camila frowned slightly, looking at Connor's tall frame. "My couch is pretty small;

legs onto the couch. "It's

sighed, "You won't be comfortable

I could just sleep in the bed with

red, and she glared at

knew

and came back with

to get some rest,"

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

the middle of the night, Camila woke up with a

the living room where Connor

gently touched his for Couch

fever," she called his name

look on Camila's

going