A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila smiled, continuing her task in the kitchen while her face beamed with joy. "Making pasta is no trouble at all. It'll be ready in a moment. Why don’t you wait at the dining table?"

Connor held her tighter, resting his chin gently on top of her head. "I just want to hold you like this. It feels like bliss."

Setting down the tongs, Camila turned around and wrapped her arms around his waist. She looked up at him, her eyes clear, a sweet smile on her lips.All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Connor gazed at her smiling face and gently lowered his head to kiss her forehead. His lips slowly moved down to her nose, and finally, his gaze fixed on her soft, pink lips. He gently closed his eyes and kissed her, his movements tender.

Camila closed her eyes, tilting her head back to meet his kiss.

Connor's lips curled into a smile, his gentle kiss turning passionate. It was only when Camila felt a strain in her neck and stepped back that Connor stopped, planting a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth before slowly letting her go.

He took in her flushed lips and her slightly breathless appearance. finding her incredibly beautiful.

"I love you.” he said, his voice deep and husky.

The sound of boiling water had been audible for a while.

Camila lowered her head, shyly avoiding his desirous gaze, her cheeks tinting with a blush as she murmured an acknowledgment. Gently pushing him away, she turned and said softly, "The pasta's going to burn.”

She carefully lifted the pasta from the pot and placed them into a bowl.

Connor, with a smile still playing on his lips, wrapped his arms around her waist again.

"Stop it," Camila chided lightly.

That gentle reproach sent a thrill through Conner. He reached out and tenderly pinched her cheek.

"The pasta is ready. Let's eat." Camila said as she wriggled out of his embrace.

Laughing, Connor let her go, finding her slightly annoyed expression particularly endearing

He picked up the bowl and headed to the dining table, with Camila following him out of the kitchen

"Eat up. I'll go sort out the clothes," she said and then pulled her suitcase back to the bedroom to organize her wardrobe.

Connor responded and watched her leave with a sense of longing.

When Camita returned from the bedroomwith her luggage unpacked, Connor was already — halfway through his bowl of pasta, his gaze following her everymove, a soft smile on his face. Contént bélongs ~

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"Is it good?" she asked.

Connor nodded, saying, "It's delicious."

Camila frawned slightly, looking at . the limp.pasta I in the bowl, feeling twinge of guilt. She knew this. couldn't possibly be delightful.

"Let me try."

Connor picked up some noodles, blew on them, and carefully tucked her hair behind her ear before bringing the noodles to her mouth. Camila chewed thoughtfully, her brow furrowing. The pasta was as she expected, limp and quite bland.

Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Ah! I forgot to add salt!"

Frowning, she blamed him, "It’s all because of you distracting me."

“Salt? I think it tastes great as is!" Connor paused, genuinely finding them palatable

Camila looked at him, puzzled and concerned. "You haven't lost your sense of taste, have you?"

Connor opened the jar of hot sauce. that was‘on the table, added some to his Sowl, and tried it again, C° shaking his head. "Nope, thisis spidy.” 1a.