A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila stood quietly on the side, waiting patiently. She was nervous, unsure how to break the silence.

Finally, she gathered her courage and softly called out, "Mr. Connor."

Connor put down the pen he was holding and looked up at her, his gazes captivating and luminous.

Camila's heart raced. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "October 7th is your birthday. Do you have any plans?"

"Why do you ask?" Connor replied.

"To thank you for your care, tolerance, and trust over the time," Camila's heart thudded loudly, "I was wondering if I could take you out for dinner."

Connor looked at her silently for a few seconds. "Logan and the others have planned a party for me," he said, his voice still calm.

A flicker of amusement seemed to pass through his eyes. "But after it ends, I could meet up with you, or..."

He paused deliberately, his gaze lightly sweeping across Camila's face, "I could also choose to stand them up."

Camila paused, her heartbeat speeding up even more. She felt her cheeks beginning to warm and quickly waved her hands, "No, no, it’s fine. We can meet after you finish."

Her words revealed a slight panic and shyness.

Connor chuckled and nodded.

"I should get back to work." Camila said, her smile shy.

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The day before the holiday, like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, anticipation filled the air for many employees. As soon as the clock struck six, eager workers began packing their belongings to leave, cramming the elevator.

Camila was no exception. She quickly organized her workspace, filed away documents, and grabbed her backpack, planning to head straight home after work.

She kept an eye on Connor’s office door, hoping to leave with him. Finally, Connor appeared at the doorway and simply said, "Let's go."

She smiled and replied, "Sure, Mr. Connor," and they walked to the elevator together.

As the elevator slowly descended, the reflective metallic doors mirrored their figures.

Camila sneakily glanced at Connor beside her, a ripple of emotion surfacing in her heart, but she quickly suppressed it.

Eventually, the elevator reached the ground floor. The crowd surged out like a tide, and Camila and Connor followed.

It was already getting dark outside.

"Are you heading home tonight?" Connor asked.

"Yes."

"I’ll give you a ride."

Camila paused, her heart skipping a beat. She quickly replied. "Sure." Her voice carried a subtle joy.

The driver waited at the door, but Connor said, "Give me the keys."

Understanding Connor’s style, the driver didn’t ask further or linger. He handed over the keys and silently left.

Connor opened the car door, slid into the driver’s seat, and Camila followed, settling into the passenger seat.

"Do you always go home during vacations?" Connor asked.

"Yeah, my mom runs a bakery alone. It's tough, and I want to spend more time with her."

"What about other relatives? Are they also in Fairmount?"

Camila smiled wryly, her voice slightly somber, "Although my grandmother and my uncle's family live in Fairmount, we don't see them much. Strictly speaking, my family... it’s really just my mom." Her voice carried a hint of sadness.

For some reason, at that moment, Connor felt a strong urge to hold her.