A One Night Stand With My Boss

She picked up a cotton swab dipped in antiseptic and moved closer to Connor, gently wiping at the corner of his mouth.

Her fingers lightly brushed against Connor’s cheek, carrying a slight chill.

The proximity was close enough that they could feel each other's breath, a flirtatious ambiance permeating the air.

Camila’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened. She tried to remain composed as she continued tending to Connor’s wound, b

ut the closeness made her senses unusually sharp.

She could feel Connor’s breath on the back of her hand, causing a ticklish sensation.

Connor lowered his gaze, looking at her intently, his eyes soft and adoring.

Camila was nervous, and inadvertently pressed harder.

“Ouch…”

Camila looked up, meeting his eyes, her voice shaky with panic. “Does it hurt? I’ll be gentler.”

Connor gazed at her, his eyes deep and tender, asking in a low voice.

“Does your heart hurt?”

Camila swallowed.

Did her heart hurt?

Yes.

After all, he was the one she cared for.

Camila tried to mask her inner turmoil, calmly stating, “Mr. Connor, with your current fame, being photographed with a facial injury could harm the company’s image.”

Connor looked away, chuckling, then leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes.

After applying the antiseptic, Camila gently smeared some ointment on the corner of his mouth.

His cheek bruise was more pronounced than it was during the boxing match. She stood up to fetch an ice pack from the refrigerator and wrapped it in a towel.

“Mr. Connor, hold this against your face,” she nudged Connor’s shoulder lightly with her elbow.

Connor opened his eyes slightly, giving her a pitiful look.

“My hand is too weak.”

Camila frowned, pressing the ice pack to his face, her movements far from gentle.

The chill made Connor’s face twitch slightly, b

ut he didn’t resist, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to enjoy Camila’s care, a barely noticeable smile curling at his lips.

Camila wrinkled her nose, intentionally pressing down harder with the ice pack.

Connor slowly opened his eyes, their gazes locking, and

Camila immediately panicked, quickly looking away.

“Thank you,” Connor said softly, his voice carrying a hint of warmth.

“It’s just part of the job,” Camila responded coolly.

After a few minutes, her hand holding the ice pack felt cold.

To avoid compromising the effectiveness, she switched hands and continued applying it.

Her other hand was slightly reddened.

Connor noticed her reddened palm, his brow furrowing deeply.

“I can take it from here.” He immediately reached out to take the ice pack.

Camila, caught off guard, just stared at Connor.

When his hand touched her fingertips, their skin brushed together, sending a subtle tremor through her.

It was like an electric current, spreading instantly throughout her body.

Her heartbeat sped up, her cheeks flushing slightly.

Connor felt the delicate touch, too, his heartbeat seemingly syncing with Camila’s, also racing.

In the confusion, Camila quickly withdrew her hand.

For a moment, both were enveloped in silence.

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“You should go rest in the bedroom,” his voice was low and husky.

Camila numbly nodded, turning and almost running back to a bedroom.