A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Should we switch rooms?" Connor's voice was soft as he crouched in front of her.

"Huh?" Camila blinked slowly, looking puzzled.

"Move into the master bedroom," he coaxed gently, almost like he was talking to a child.

Camila suddenly sat up and shook her head.

"Then I'll move into your room," Connor said with a playful glint in his eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips.

Camila pouted, watching him for a few seconds. Connor's determined expression made it clear that he wasn't going to back down. She realized she had no choice but to share a room and bed with him.

Thinking about her own bedroom with its soft pink bedding and girly decor, she knew it didn't suit him at all.

With a sigh, she said, "Let's move into your bedroom."

Connor pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss. "I'll help you pack," he said cheerfully.

"Together," Camila agreed, getting up from the sofa.

Most of her clothes and belongings were still at her apartment, so she hadn't brought much with her. Packing didn't take long.

As she watched Connor hanging her clothes in his wardrobe, she felt a strange mix of emotions.

It was past ten, and Camila was starting to feel sleepy.

She rubbed her eyes and whispered, "I'm going to take a shower. I'm exhausted."

Connor replied, "I need a shower too."

Camila shot him a look. "You can use the guest bathroom. Stay out of mine."

Her cheeks turned pink as she playfully added, "No touching tonight. I have work tomorrow and need a good night's sleep." Connor chuckled, "Alright, I promise."

After their showers, Connor wrapped his arms around Camila as they lay in bed.

For the first time, Camila took a good look around the bedroom and noticed a painting on the wall.

"Is that handprint on the painting yours?" she asked softly.

Connor glanced at it and nodded. "Yeah, when was a kid, I pressed my hand onto it while my dad was painting was never into painting and hardly ever went into his studio. That's the only painting with my handprint."

Camila looked surprised. "No wonder it's not for sale."

She looked up at Connor. "I can't believe your

precious painting. I'm really

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Connor kissed her forehead and chuckled. "You have no idea how shocked I was when she gave it to you."Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Camila blinked, curious.

"By then, she already thought of you as her daughter-in-law," Connor whispered in her ear.

The warmth of his breath tickled her ear, and she squirmed.

"This painting," Connor continued, gazing into her eyes, "my dad intended it as a family

be hung in our child's net

Camila was stunned, her mouth slightly open.

Connor leaned in, lifted her chin, and kissed her.

After the kiss, Connor was visibly flustered.

Camila glanced at his lower body and blushed. "Control yourself!"

Connor laughed helplessly. "I really don't know how to 'control' it."

"Is that all you think about?" she teased.

Connor raised an eyebrow and whispered in her ear, "Seems like someone else enjoyed it too..." "Ah!" Camila blushed and squealed, covering his mouth, her eyes betraying her playful frustration. Connor smiled and gently pulled her hand away. "I'll go take another shower. You get some sleep."