A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 295

Connor smiled and took his seat at the breakfast table.

After breakfast, Young drove to Camila's apartment building.

"You didn't drive? Did you walk here?" Camila asked, surprised.

"Yeah," Connor replied.

Naturally, Camila sat in the passenger seat, while Connor, with a touch to his nose, resigned himself to the back seat.

Camila turned to him and asked, "You're not wearing a tie today. Did you forget it?"

"I’ll put it on at the office," Connor replied with a secretive smile.

Camila was puzzled. Connor was usually meticulous about his appearance. Why would he wait to wear his tie at the office?

It wasn't until they were in Connor's lounge at work, and she saw the tie she had given him, that she finally got it.

"Help me with my tie," Connor said softly, placing the tie in her hands.

Camila smiled, and her heart rate picked up slightly. She stood in front of him, slightly tilting her head back to look up at him.

Connor stood straight, his gaze lowered to her as his Adam's apple moved slightly. Her slender, pale hands adjusted his shirt at the chest, then gently wrapped the tie around his neck, threading one end through the loop. She then gently pulled on both ends of the tie, adjusting its length and tightness.

Connor instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. Camila jumped, her heart tightening, and she unwittingly tightened her grip on the tie.

With her pull, Connor leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on her red lips, his eyes darkened as he captured the back of her head and couldn’t resist kissing her.

"Mmm..." Camila’s hands still tightly clutched his tie. She’s afraid that someone might come in, her heart racing even as she was lost in the moment.

"I found it on the ground," Connor explained, "I thought you had deliberately thrown it away."

"How could I do that! That day I was wearing a gown, and my makeup artist said the necklace didn’t match, so I took it off, and then it was gone," Camila said, her voice filled with hurt.

Connor's mood lifted. His warm fingers took the necklace from her palm, whispering, "Let me put it on for you."

He carefully wrapped the necklace around her neck and gently fastened the clasp.

Camila touched the pendant, her eyes smiling. She looked up at the man before her, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gently kissed his lips, "Thank you."

Connor cupped her cheeks, turning passive into dominant, and kissed her forcefully.

Knock, knock, knock—