A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila replied, "He hasn't left the office yet."

A flicker of surprise crossed the driver’s eyes. Ten minutes ago, Connor messaged him that he was off work. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

“See you.” Camila nodded as she walked toward the curb.

“Hey, Camila, aren’t you getting in?” the driver asked.

Camila shook her head. “I have plans with a friend.”

The driver gave a meaningful grunt, looked up at the building, and sighed. It seemed Mr. Connor wasn’t coming out anytime soon.

These past few months of leaving work early almost made him forget that before Camila arrived, the boss wouldn’t leave until after ten at night. He returned to the driver’s seat and pulled the car over to the side.

***

Camila had been waiting at the curb for a while before Erica finally arrived. She bent down to sit in the passenger seat.

“Traffic on Fridays is just awful. Did you have to wait long?” Erica asked.

Camila gave her a smile. “I just came down.”

Erica, with her keen eyes, noticed a new necklace around her neck. “Is that new?”

Camila touched the necklace, her expression somewhat distant. “Connor gave it to me as a reward for my translation work in Saudi Arabia.”

Erica clicked her tongue. “Not to sound materialistic, but they say a man’s heart is where his money is. Haylie’s was two million, and yours is, probably at most, twenty thousand.”

Angrily, she added, “Ugh, what a jerk!”

Camila rolled down the window, resting her head against the side, her long hair blowing in the wind. Her eyes were dim and lifeless like a shattered porcelain doll.

Erica glanced at Camila, her eyebrows furrowed. After she took a deep breath, her tone lightened. “What do you feel like eating tonight? My treat, pick anything.”

Camila rolled up the window. Forcing a smile, she looked at Erica. “Let’s go to my place. I ordered some fondue.”

“Sounds perfect, comfortable home dining,” Erica said with a small smile, gently pressing on the accelerator.

Soon, they arrived at Camila’s apartment building and went upstairs together. They happened to meet the delivery guy in the elevator and took the fondue to the apartment.

Erica laid out the fondue ingredients on the table, unpacking them one by one.

Camila went to the kitchen, turned on the stove, and placed a pot on it, filling it with water.

“I’ll go change into something more comfortable, and I’ll also get you something so you don’t smell like food,” she said.

Erica gave a thumbs-up and continued preparing the dips.

Camila opened her wardrobe, and a set of men’s pajamas she once wore in Connor’s rest room unexpectedly caught her eye. She shook her head, pushing the thought away. She moved the

men’s pajamas out of sight, took out two sets of loungewear, changed, and handed one to Erica.

“Keep an eye on the broth while I change,” Erica said, taking the loungewear. Her eyes were still fixed on the fondue.

Camila smiled, “Go on, then we can eat.”

Soon, Erica had changed and came back out.

“Here, have a drink first.” Camila handed Erica a soda, opened one for herself, and then lifted the lid of the pot.

“Wow, that smells amazing!” Erica exclaimed, her appetite stirred.

Camila smiled, scooped up a meatball with a spoon, and placed it in Erica’s bowl.

Erica stabbed the meatball with her fork, took a bite, and the juice immediately squirted out, causing her to exclaim, “Ouch! That’s hot!”

“Slow down.” Camila placed the soda in front of her. “Drink some soda. It’ll help with the burn.”

Erica hissed, then suddenly remembered something. “On my way to pick you up, I ran into Craig and John doing a DUI checkpoint.”

“And?” Camila listened as she picked up a piece of tofu.

“Tomorrow, John is coming with us to look at houses,” Erica said.

Camila frowned slightly.