A One Night Stand With My Boss

**After Work**

As the office emptied out, Camila stepped into Connor's office.

"I'm heading downstairs to grab a few things."

"What are you getting?" Connor asked, curious.

Camila frowned and shot him a look, clearly annoyed. "Concealer."

Connor paused for a moment before chuckling softly. "Doesn't Auntie know we're together? A hickey's pretty normal, right?"

Camila playfully raised her hand as if to thump him on the head but stopped herself. Her cheeks flushed slightly. "I'm just shy, okay?"

Connor felt a wave of affection wash over him at her bashfulness. He stood up, grabbed his coat from the rack, and said tenderly, "I'll come with you."

They left the office together and headed to the mall.

In the cosmetics section, Camila was busy picking out a concealer. Connor stood nearby, his eyes wandering over the myriad of makeup products, clearly uninterested.

"I'll wander around over there," he said casually.

Camila glanced up at him, guessing he might be bored. She smiled gently. "Alright, I'll call you when I'm done."

Connor nodded and strolled off towards another counter.

With the sales associate's enthusiastic help, Camila tried a bit of concealer on her neck. Standing in front of the mirror, she carefully examined her neck to make sure the marks were perfectly hidden. Satisfied, she nodded and decided to buy it.

After paying, she pulled out her phone and called Connor.

"Did you get it? How's the concealer?" Connor's concerned voice came through the line.

Camila smiled softly. "It works great, completely covered. Where are you?"

"I'm heading over to you now. Just wait there," Connor replied as he finished up his own purchase.

When they met up, Camila had

already taken off her scarf, revealing her slender, fair neck. Connor inspected it closely and, seeing the marks were indeed completely hidden, he admired, "Wow, you really can't tell at all."

Camila grinned proudly. "Of course."

Hand in hand, they wandered through the mall, looking for a place to eat. Eventually, they found a shabu-shabu restaurant with no line. Camila picked up the menu and after a moment, frowned. She looked up at Connor and laughed, "Now I see why there's no line." "Why?" Connor asked, intrigued.

She pointed at the high prices on the menu. "Because of this."

Connor chuckled and ruffled her hair.

After their meal, Connor checked the time. "Traffic should be light now. I'll drive you home."

Camila nodded, and they walked hand in hand back to the company parking lot. Connor naturally opened the passenger door for her. Once

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box. "This is for you," he

said, smiling as he handed it to her.

Camila took the lipstick, surprised. "Is this... what you bought earlier?"

Connor nodded. "The sales associate said this shade is really trendy right now. Try it and see if you like it."

Camila's face lit up with joy. She looked at Connor, her eyes sparkling. "Thank you. You're so thoughtful."

Connor smiled tenderly and gently

pinched her nose. She beamed, opened the car's vanity mirror, turned on the light. Twisting

lips. The vibrant tangerine red shade made her complexion glow.

lipstick she applied it to ho the

She examined her lips in the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.