A One Night Stand With My Boss

Erica and Logan stepped out of the restaurant, and the night breeze brushed past them, bringing a touch of coolness.

Once they were in the car, Erica asked with a hint of barely hidden anticipation, "Mr. Logan, where are we heading for drinks?"

Logan smiled mysteriously without giving a direct answer. Instead, he turned the steering wheel, and the car veered off into a quiet lane.

The atmosphere inside the car shifted, filling with a sense of romance.

"You'll find out soon enough," Logan said, his smile charming and full of promise.

"If I’m not impressed with your choice, I might just get mad," Erica joked lightly.

Logan glanced at her, his eyes playful. "Don’t worry, you’ll love it."

The car slowly pulled up in front of a private vineyard, making Erica's eyes light up.

As the car came to a stop, Logan got out and walked around to open the car door for Erica like a true gentleman.

"Please," he offered his hand.

Erica gracefully placed her hand in his.

After stepping out, she withdrew her hand and quietly thanked him.

Inside the vineyard, soft lighting bathed them in a warm, romantic glow.

Logan selected a fine red wine for Erica, and they sat in a secluded corner.

"This vineyard is really nice," Erica commented after tasting the wine.

"I’m glad you like it," Logan responded with a gentle laugh, his eyes twinkling with innuendo.

Erica chuckled and took out her phone to snap a few selfies.

"How about a picture together?" she suggested, turning to Logan.

"Sure." Logan moved closer, and they both looked towards the camera.

Just as the shutter clicked, Logan leaned in and whispered in Erica's ear, "Your hair smells nice."

Taken aback by his comment, Erica blushed and giggled, looking up at him. "I washed it just before our interview."

She then showed him the photo on her phone. "Do you think it looks good?"

Logan admired the photo, his eyes showing a trace of appreciation. "Your future boyfriend is really lucky."

Erica caught the implication in his words, gave him a look, and smiled playfully. "Funny, I think so too."

"Always keeping me on my toes with your games," Logan said with a light laugh.

"Huh? What games?" Erica pretended to be confused.

"Are you satisfied with today?" Logan changed the subject.

"Barely impressed," Erica replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Logan raised an eyebrow playfully, "And what about me?"

Erica didn't answer immediately but took a sip of her wine instead.

Her gaze lingered on Logan's face for a moment before she smiled. "What do you think?"

A flirtatious tension quietly grew between them.

***

Cedarhill Estate.

Connor's conference call dragged on.

Camila looked at the dry figures and began to feel drowsy.

Last night's insomnia had taken its toll, and despite her efforts to stay awake, fatigue slowly overcame her.

After what seemed like an eternity, Camila's eyelids began to fight the urge to close.

She rested her head on the desk and slowly closed her eyes.

Finally, Connor's call ended.

Exhausted, he hung up and glanced at the time, frowning when he saw it was already one in the morning. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He gently pushed open the door to the study.

There, he found Camila quietly resting at the desk, her hair softly framing her face and a slight smile on her lips.

Connor approached her and softly called, "Camila."