A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila squinted through the peephole, checking out who was on the other side of the door.

It wasn't anyone she recognized-neither Young nor Alan.

"Can I help you?" she asked, her voice cautious.

"Hi, are you Ms. Camila? My name's Henry Hoover. My mom told me some tiles on your balcony wall were coming loose, so she sent me to take a look," the guy outside replied. Camila remembered she had indeed called the landlady a few days ago about the loose tiles on the balcony. The landlady had promised to send someone over to check it out. So, she opened the door. "Sorry for the trouble," she said politely.

The moment Henry saw her, he was taken aback by her beauty. His mom wasn't kidding; not only was this tenant strikingly beautiful, but she also had a gentle and polite demeanor. It made him understand his mother's intentions even more clearly.

"Come on in," Camila invited.

wall, ready to inspect the tiles. But then, his peripheral vision

same time, Connor, who was in the bedroom, overheard the conversation. A frown creased his brow as a wave of unease washed over him. He quickly got out of bed and headed towards the balcony. As he walked out of the bedroom and saw Henry standing next to Camila, his

arm around her waist, gently pulling her closer. He smiled slightly at Henry, "Thanks for coming out to check the tiles on a weekend." The emphasis on "our

is pretty old; it's bound to have some issues." He stressed the words "this

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location, convenient transportation, and a top-notch school district. The market value of this place is about

were

"Indeed, it can't match the nearby mansions." He glanced towards Cedarhill Estate. "How much do you think a place there

least a hundred million