A One Night Stand With My Boss

Her heart filled with awe and curiosity. “Mr. Connor, could you take a photo for me?” Camila suddenly turned to Connor, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Connor gave a slight smile, nodded, and took the cellphone that Camila handed to him.

Through the lens, he saw the ancient stone wall and the distant desert forming a stunning landscape. Camila stood amidst this picturesque scenery, her smile radiant, as if her joy brightened the world around her.

Connor's heart skipped a beat, and he zoomed in the lens. He became so engrossed that he forgot to take the photo.

Suddenly, Camila gently called out, “Did you take it?”

Snapping back to reality, Connor quickly pressed the shutter button.

Camila took her phone back, frowning slightly, “Why did you only capture my face? You can't see the background at all.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Connor chuckled awkwardly, “Sorry about that.” He scratched his head. “Let me take another one.”

Camila nodded, “Thanks.” She handed the phone back to Connor, then adjusted her clothes and hair.

This time, Connor paid attention to the background, pulling the lens back to ensure it was clearly visible. He took the photo and handed the phone back to Camila.

“This should be better,” Connor said with a smile.

Camila looked at the photo, “Wow, this one is perfect! Thanks!”

“Shall I take a few more for you?” Camila offered.

Connor gently shook his head, smiling at her.

They continued their walk. As the sun began to set, the clouds turned a golden hue. “Let’s go have dinner,” Connor suggested.

“Sounds good.”

They strolled down the cobblestone path and soon found a quaint restaurant.

The decor was charmingly rustic, with traditional tapestries on the walls and a vintage gramophone in the corner playing soft music.

Camila and Connor took a window seat. The waiter handed them menus, and Camila flipped through curiously, chatting occasionally with the waiter.

“Mr. Connor, anything you’d like to try?” Camila asked.

“You pick.”

Camila nodded and ordered a few local specialties.

As evening fell, streetlights cast warm and soft reflections on their faces.

After dinner, the weather was quite warm, so Connor removed his vest, carrying it along with his jacket as they walked back to the hotel.

Passing a jewelry shop, Camila was drawn to a pair of earrings in the display window. She looked at Connor, “Can we go in?”

Connor nodded.

Camila spoke with the shop owner, who took out the earrings for her to try. She put them on and turned to Connor, “Do they suit me?”

Connor smiled and nodded.

After asking the price, Camila’s brow furrowed slightly.

“How much?” Connor asked.

“It would be over three hundred in dollars,” Camila said, then spoke again with the shop owner.

After a string of words from the owner, Camila’s eyes widened in surprise.

“What is it?” Connor asked.

“The owner said I’m pretty and gave them to me for free,” Camila whispered gleefully.

Hearing this, Connor’s expression changed immediately. He quickly took out his wallet, placed two thousand on the counter, and firmly took Camila’s arm, quickly leaving the shop.