A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila's face relaxed when she heard the price, letting out a sigh of relief. She brightened up, a playful grin spreading across her face.

"Phew, I was so worried! If that bracelet had cost thousands, I'd be too scared to wear it. I'd be heartbroken if I scratched it."

Connor watched her mischievous expression and couldn't resist giving her nose a gentle pinch, chuckling. "Silly girl, it's just jewelry. Nothing is worth more than you." Camila nodded, her face glowing with a sweet smile.

Connor gazed at her for a few moments. "Can I get a hug?" he asked, arms open wide, playfully whining, "I need to recharge."

Camila laughed, shaking her head.

Connor raised an eyebrow, stretched out his arms, and pulled her into a warm embrace, lowering his head to softly kiss her neck. Camila felt a tingling sensation shoot through her body. She pushed lightly against Connor, surprised, her cheeks turning pink.

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He didn't stop, leaving a visible mark on her neck before he finally pulled away, looking satisfied.

Camila glared at him, slightly annoyed. "What are you doing?"

Connor released her, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He found her slightly angry expression utterly adorable.

Camila shot him a look and headed to the bathroom. In front of the mirror, she saw the mark on her neck left by Connor. She felt a mix of annoyance and a strange sweetness. When Camila came out of the bathroom, Connor was leaning against the wall, looking smug.

Camila opened her mouth to scold him but sighed instead. Connor was acting like a lovestruck teenager.

She wrinkled her nose. "I'm heading out."

She opened the lounge door,

covering the mark on her neck with her hand, and returned to her desk. Without concealer to hide the mark, she wrapped a scarf around her neck several times. She checked herself in a mirror to make sure the mark was completely covered, then finally relaxed.

Lunchtime flew by.

Wearing her scarf while typing at her keyboard, a colleague from finance walked over with some documents and asked in surprise.

"Camila, the office is pretty warm with the heating on. Why are you still wearing a scarf?"

Camila touched the scarf, smiling awkwardly. "Really? I just feel a bit chilly."

"You might be a bit run-down; you need to take care of yourself," the colleague said, concern in his eyes. "I have a great recipe for a nourishing dish. I'll bring it next week for you to try."

Camila quickly waved her hands. "Thanks, but there's no need. I'm not great at cooking. I think soaking my feet in hot water will help."

"Oh, soaking your feet is a good idea too," her colleague nodded, then handed her the documents. "Could you please get Mr. Connor to sign these?"

Camila took the documents with a smile.

Entering Congor's office, she handed him the documents. Connor looked up at Camila, his gaze lingering on her scarf for a moment before he continged reading the document, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Camila glared at him.

After reviewing the document, Connor signed his name and handed it back to Camila. "I've reviewed the document, everything looks fine," he said softly. Then, he smiled. "It's Friday, and traffic might be bad. Let's grab a casual dinner at the mall downstairs before I take you home."

"Okay," Camila answered, taking the documents and leaving the office.