A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila hung up the phone and took a deep breath to calm herself.

Knock, knock—

"Come in."

Camila walked to his desk and nodded slightly. "Mr. Connor, what can I do for you?"

Connor looked at her, his voice deep and magnetic. "Hold out your hand."

Camila paused, her eyebrows furrowing slightly in confusion.

After getting no response, Connor patiently repeated, "Extend your hand."

Reluctantly, Camila stretched out her hand, her slender arm drawing an arc in the air.

"Palm up." Connor stared at her hand, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, his voice a bit hoarse.

With a puzzled expression, Camila turned her palm upward. Her soft, unprotected palm was now exposed to Connor's gaze.

Connor stood up, his eyes dark and intense as they met hers. He slowly placed a necklace in her palm, "Your performance in the project was outstanding. This is your reward."

Camila hesitated, then looked down at the sparkling necklace in her hand. The coolness of the necklace, mingled with the warmth of her palm, sent a slight chill through her. She looked up into Connor's eyes, her heart fluttering uncontrollably.

She tried to keep her composure, not letting her emotions show. "Mr. Connor, I was just doing my job; no reward is necessary," she said softly.

"It's well deserved," Connor stated unequivocally.

Camila was silent for a moment, then smiled politely. "Thank you, Mr. Connor."

"Put it on," Connor raised his eyebrows.

Camila fiddled with the clasp of the necklace, struggling to fasten it.

Connor moved closer, and Camila's heart raced, a part of her wanting to flee. Unfortunately, her fingers were clumsy, making it even harder to clasp.

Connor softly offered, "Let me help." As he said this, he reached out to loop the necklace around Camila's neck.

His movement brought him too close, unintentionally intimate. Camila was enveloped by his tall frame. His scent of faint tobacco was mixed with the familiar smell of his cologne. Her heart pounded, her fingers trembling nervously as she held the necklace. She panicked and instinctively stepped back.

Connor paused, his hand still in mid-air, as Camila moved a meter away from him. He felt an inexplicable sense of loss at her sudden withdrawal. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Camila struggled to control her thoughts, not wanting Connor to see her inner turmoil. She kept her voice steady and said, "Mr. Connor, I can manage."

Connor cleared his throat awkwardly. He quickly retracted his hand and nodded. "Alright."

Camila took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions, and managed a calm smile. "Mr. Connor, I’ll put it on in the restroom." Without waiting for a response, she hurried out, her high heels clicking sharply along the corridor.

Connor watched her leave, his heart twisting slightly in discomfort. What was that about?

The door closed softly behind her. Camila felt weak in the knees, the image from moments ago flashing unexpectedly through her mind. She gripped the necklace tightly, forcing herself to calm down.

After adjusting her breathing, she walked to the restroom and stood in front of the mirror. Slowly, she managed to fasten the necklace, which glittered attractively around her neck.

She gently touched the necklace, her gaze falling on the pendant engraved with the letter C. Was this supposed to be her initial?