A One Night Stand With My Boss

After exchanging greetings, he unlocked the front door with the fingerprint scanner. Camilla followed him inside.

As they moved through the foyer into the living room, she was taken aback by the beauty of the space. The open, airy room was lit brightly, with floor to ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the stunning seascape.

*Mr. Connor is still asleep. You can relax in the living room for a bit. You’ll wake him around 8:15 for breakfast” David said as he set out the insulated boxes of breakfast on the table.

She nodded and took a seat on the couch, her eyes immediately drawn to a wall covered in famous paintings.

They were by a renowned contemporary artist, Peter, and she happened to be a fan. Each piece was worth millions, and all together, they were valued at over a hundred million. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Camila remembered last year’s financial report from the company. With the huge R&D costs, the profits had just barely topped a hundred million. It amazed her how extravagant her boss could be, and she shook her head in disbelief.

David brewed a pot of coffee and poured a cup for Camila. The room was filled with its rich aroma, “Camila, have some coffee.”

“Thank you, David.”

Camila sniffed the coffee, appreciating its strong aroma. She took a sip, finding the taste smooth with a hint of acidity and bitterness, not too overwhelming. After a sip, she set the cup down. She preferred her coffee sweet, and this was not to her taste.

According to the information given to her by Alan, Connor disliked sweets. Yet, she was particularly fond of sweet things, like mocha. “David, could you teach me how to make coffee?” Even if it was just for a day’s work, she wanted to excel at her tasks, starting with learning how to brew the boss’ favorite coffee.

“Of course, I’ll show you, David replied with a pleased smile. He had made coffee for many secretaries before, but she was the first to

ask to learn.

“These are Kopi Luwak coffee beans”

“Civet coffee? Camila exclaimed, horrified at the thought that she had just drunk something excreted by a cat.

David just chuckled in response.

When the clock struck 8:15, David instructed. “Go wake Mr. Connor up. The door is unlocked. Just go right in,” “Mr. Connor is not a morning person, and if he seems moody, please don’t take it personally,” he added. “Understood.” Camila was me n t ll y prepared, knowing that her high salary also included dealing with such situations. She cautiously pushed open the bedroom door. The room was brightly lit, and she frowned slightly.

Just a few steps in, she tumed to look towards the walk-in closet, her gaze landing on a man’s bare back, his shoulders broad and waist slim, his muscles smoothly defined.

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Camila was stunned. She hadn’t expected this scene. Her heart pounded wildly, and her cheeks involuntarily flushed red. She wanted to turn and flee but felt that would be improper. So, she stood at the doorway of the walk-in closet, feeling awkward and uncertain. Connor had already heard the door open. He calmly continued buttoning his shirt. Once dressed, he turned around, his gaze meeting Camila’s. At that moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

*Seen enough?” Connor asked c l ly.

Camila quickly averted her gaze, squeezing out a professional smile to hide her embarrassment. “Mr. Connor, your breakfast is ready.”

“Got it.”

Just as Connor finished speaking, Camila rushed out of his bedroom. He shook his head, amused by her reaction.