A One Night Stand With My Boss

“What!” Erica gasped. Her voice was tinged with excitement. “What did I miss?”

“He suddenly said yesterday that he wanted to pursue me, which was quite unexpected,” Camila explained.

“Are you sure he’s sincere about you?” Erica asked, with concern lacing her tone.

“I’m not sure,” Camila admitted honestly.

She paused for a half-second before continuing, “He mentioned he’s liked me for a while now. Remember when John pretended to be my boyfriend? I don’t know how to explain that to him. Should I tell him I was just jealous and lied?”

Erica fell silent for a moment, then suggested, “Don’t tell him.Keep him on his toes. If you want a lasting relationship with him, don’t play your cards about your feelings too soon. Some people stop appreciating what they have once they get it.”

After chatting for a while longer, Camila hung up the phone.

Connor was distracted all day, constantly thinking about Camila.

As evening approached and work ended, he shut down his computer, grabbed his suit jacket, and walked out of the office. Approaching Camila, he murmured, “Work’s over. Let me drive you home.”

Today, Connor had not asked his driver to come.

Thus, the two found themselves alone together in the confined space of the car once more.

Noticing Camila seemed a bit tense, Connor played some soft music.

After a moment, he said, “Have I been assigning you too much work recently? You look tired.”

“Yes, I’m tired. Partly because of work, and partly because of…” Camila trailed off.

“What’s the other part?”

“Family issues.”

“Did you get it sorted?” Connor knew about the troubles at her home, but since she hadn’t brought them up, he pretended to be unaware. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Camila hummed in acknowledgment.

She thought about the lunchbox from earlier and hesitated before looking up at Connor and asking, “Why did you change the lunchbox?”

Connor glanced at her then back at the road, saying, “I don’t like others touching my things.”

“What do you mean?” Camila asked, puzzled.

Connor’s brow furrowed slightly, and his voice deepened as he said, “You gave the lunchbox to Haylie.”

“I didn’t give her yours, though,” Camila quickly clarified.

“Yours... is also mine,” Connor stated firmly.

Camila was taken aback.

The atmosphere in the car shifted, becoming subtly charged. Camila didn’t know what to say and just silently watched out the window.

Connor, too, said nothing more, focusing on driving.

As they neared her home, Connor finally spoke, “I’m serious about you.”

Camila nodded.

The car stopped at the entrance of Cedarhill Estate. “Thank you for the ride home,” she said as she unbuckled her seatbelt and prepared to get out.

“Camila,” Connor suddenly called out.

Turning her head, she looked at him. “What is it?”

Connor gazed deeply at her. “Nothing, I just... wanted to call you.”

Camila smiled, “Then I’ll head up.”

Connor nodded.

Back at home, Camila sat on the sofa, lost in thought for a long time. Thinking about all the interactions with Connor today, she realized she still really liked him. It made her uneasy, yet also somewhat hopeful.

Buzz, buzz, buzz —

Camila picked up her phone and saw “Drew” on the display. She immediately answered the call.