A One Night Stand With My Boss (Camilla) novel Chapter 388

Camila blinked, her smile never leaving her face.

Connor noticed her excitement and couldn't help but laugh, setting aside the document in his hand. "Why so happy?" he asked.

Camila, grinning ear to ear, replied, "I just got a huge bonus, and I'm over the moon!"

She paused for a moment before adding, "To celebrate, I’ve decided to treat my boss to a fancy dinner! Whatever you’re craving, it's on me!"

Connor smirked, pulled her onto his lap, and gently caressed her palm. He whispered, "Anything I want?"

Camila, with a bold grin, said, "Absolutely! Italian, French, you name it—I’ve got it covered!"

Connor chuckled, leaned in, and kissed her forehead softly. His voice was deep and affectionate, "Come home early tonight."

"Home?" Camila's eyes widened as she stared at him. "I'm inviting you to dinner out, no need to be thrifty on my account. I’m not that tightfisted."

Connor, amused by her serious expression, flashed a teasing smile. He gently stroked her cheek and said slowly, "I only want to eat..."

Camila leaned in, listening intently.

Connor, still smiling, finished, "You."

Camila's cheeks instantly turned bright red. "You’re incorrigible!" she muttered, rolling her eyes as she got up from his lap. "Decadent."

She quickly left his office.

Back at her desk, Connor's words, "I only want to eat you," echoed in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush once again. Shaking her head, she opened a food delivery app on her phone.

They usually opted for Chinese or Western cuisine, so she decided to splurge on some expensive Japanese food.

As Camila came to her senses, Connor had already pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately.

She tilted her head back, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Water droplets fell like fine rain, wetting his face and body.

Camila's hands slid down, unbuttoning his shirt, and soon the bathroom was filled with an intimate atmosphere and her soft moans.

About an hour later, Camila was washing Connor's hair, her fingers running through his short, thick hair. As the foam built up, she murmured, "Short hair is so convenient."

He chuckled and asked, "Thinking of cutting yours short too?"

Camila replied, "No way, especially now that I have my personal hair-washing assistant."