A One Night Stand With My Boss (by Ela Osaretin)

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She couldn't help but think about the vast gap between herself and Connor, which left her feeling a bit lost. Just as she was getting lost in her thoughts, Connor's gentle voice broke through. "Cami, if you're feeling nervous, just hold my hand. I'll always be here for you."

She nodded lightly, her smile returning. Feeling Connor's warmth and resolve calmed her spirit a bit. Before she had a chance to take in the view, the plane began its slow descent over Fernwood Valley. Looking out the window, she was awestruck by the bustling city below.

The plane landed smoothly on the tarmac. Connor gently took Camila's hand, and they walked off the plane together. After completing the formalities, Connor whispered softly, "Let's head to the hotel to rest a bit. Later, I'll take you out for dinner and a stroll."

Camila nodded, her earlier gloom gradually lifting, replaced by a hint of anticipation. They rode in a luxury sedan to the hotel's presidential suite floor. Waiting at the door was a butler, dressed in a crisp uniform and wearing a polite smile.

"Mr. Connor, Ms. Camila, welcome."

Camila nodded and smiled. Connor gave a slight nod, holding Camila's hand as he led her into the suite. The room was elegantly decorated, with every detail exuding luxury. The panoramic city view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was breathtaking.

Connor gently opened a door and turned to Camila. "You can stay in this room," he said softly, pointing to the master bedroom.

"Okay," Camila responded with a smile.

Connor smiled back, leaned in, and kissed her forehead lightly. "I'll be in the room next door." Then, with a mischievous grin, he whispered in her ear, "If you're uncomfortable with me sleeping in the next room, you could invite me to join you in the master bedroom."

Camila's cheeks flushed a brilliant dawn pink. She stole a glance at Connor, then quickly looked away, afraid he might see her shyness. "The master bedroom is yours; I'll take this one." Connor wrapped his arms around her waist, chuckling softly. "Just kidding."

His laughter was deep and magnetic, making Camila's heart race uncontrollably. "I need to change," she suddenly said, grabbing her bag and quickly retreating into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Behind the door, she leaned against it and took a deep breath to calm her pounding heart. Connor, looking at the closed door, touched his nose and sighed softly.

After a short rest, Connor took

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Camila to the famous Fernwood Arch. This landmark was a magnet for tourists in Fernwood Valley, drawing countless visitors. They strolled under the arch, enjoying the surrounding views.

Camila stood in front of the arch with a faint smile on her face. The sunlight filtered through the gaps, casting golden halo around her silhouette, making her even more beautiful. Just as Connor was about to press the camera button, Camila suddenly remembered something.

"Don't we need a picture together?" she said with a smile, waving Connor over. "Come here, let's take a selfie!"

Connor paused briefly, then put down his phone, smiled, and walked over to Camila, gently wrapping his arm around her shoulder.