A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Let’s go, Camila. Mr. Connor skipped lunch today, and it’s rare for him to suggest dinner,” Alan said.

Camila blinked in surprise. Mr. Connor hadn’t eaten lunch? But she had seen him with a sandwich at noon.

It was just embarrassing. Without supervision, he wouldn’t eat, just like a child.

Eventually, the three of them took the elevator downstairs. Inside the elevator, Alan gave Connor a half–smiling look. Having worked beside Mr. Connor for years, Alan understood him well. He knew Connor had a soft spot for Camila, special attention he didn’t even show to Haylie.

Once they reached the restaurant, they ordered their meals.

Alan glanced at Connor and then turned to Camila, asking, “Did you go on a date today?”

Connor sneaked a quick look at Alan.

“A date?” Camila paused before laughing, “More like a blind date.”

Connor raised an eyebrow and then furrowed it, his expression complex. “Camila, you’re only 24, and your family is already setting you up?”

Camila looked at Alan and nodded with a smile. “Yeah, my mom is quite anxious.”

Alan tilted his head slightly, asking, “How did the blind date go today?”

Connor glanced at her again. Though he seemed easy–going, his presence was imposing, strong enough that even without speaking, he could make one feel pressured.

“It was really just to appease my mom. The guy probably got quite a scare from me,” Camila chuckled.

She quickly added loyally, “Right now, work is my top priority.” Her voice was clear and firm.

Noticing a small smile on Connor’s lips, Camila felt her brown–nosing had been acknowledged, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Camila, surprised that Howard had thought to bring her coffee, accepted it with a smile, “Thank you.”

Connor emerged from his office, noticing the coffee in Camila’s hand. His brow furrowed slightly.

Camila looked at him and explained, “Mr. Howard brought you coffee.”

Connor nodded, then turned to Howard. “I apologize. My schedule is packed today. I can’t host you, I’m sorry.”

“Bring me last month’s financial report,” he said to Camila, expressionless.

“Sure.” Camila set down her coffee, accidentally knocking Howard’s car keys off the table. “Sorry about that.” She bent down to pick

them up.

Dressed in a ribbon–tied V–neck blouse and a form–fitting skirt, her slender waistline accentuated her figure as she bent over, catching Howard’s involuntary gaze.