A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 353

The shoes were exclusively crafted by the Passos family's private cobbler-totally unavailable on the market. He nudged Alan with his elbow, signaling him to look.

Alan saw the shoes and his face filled with dismay. "Why can't people go anywhere else for a date?"

He quickly added, "There's nothing interesting to see here; let's go grab some coffee!"

"Come on, we just got here," the executive frowned.

Bryan smiled and said, "We're all on dates here. Let's not crowd the place. Let's go."

"Alright, let's go get some coffee," everyone agreed and left.

***

When they finally stopped.

Camila's cheeks were flushed, her eyes red-rimmed, mist swirling in them. Just a moment ago, they were outside, and now they were back in the hotel room!

"I'm going to take a shower," Camila said, wrapping herself in a bathrobe, her legs weak as she awkwardly made her way to the bathroom.

The clock showed two.

Thankfully, he had been somewhat restrained tonight.

Camila took off her robe and started the shower, washing her body. The bathroom door gently opened, and Camila was oblivious.

Connor, also without his robe, hugged Camila and nuzzled into her neck, whispering, "Let's shower together."

Camila jumped, her pupils dilating. "You... go to the next bathroom," she stuttered.

"We need to save water; there's a global shortage," his voice was husky.

In the bathroom, Camila leaned against the wall, the sound of water masking their heavy breathing. She thought he had restrained himself... Camila felt so tormented she wanted to cry! The nerve of him! Global water shortage! Her fingers were all wrinkled!

After the shower, Camila didn't even have the strength to blow-dry her hair. Connor stood behind her and did it for her. Leaning against him,

she felt drowsy.

The hairdryer passed through her long, smooth black hair, brushing over Camila's pale face and neck, irresistibly enticing Connor again. Seeing her drowsy reflection in the mirror, he felt a pang of pity, quickly dried her hair, and carried her to another bedroom.

Spending a few days away, they had slept in every bedroom of the presidential suite. Worth it.

Connor gently tucked her in, then got up to tidy up the room.

The next day, while packing their bags, Camila found her underwear from the previous day hanging in the laundry room.

She looked puzzled and asked, "Has housekeeping been here these past few days?"

"Nope, I didn't let them clean because I thought you might feel shy," Connor said while packing.

Camila froze, wondering if she had been sleepwalking! "My clothes... did I wash them?"

Connor came over and pinched her cheek gently. "What are you thinking about? You slept like a log."

Camila glared at him, her face flushing. "That's because of you!"

Connor looked apologetic. "I tired you out. I'll be more careful next time."

Camila huffed, not quite meaning it. "Sure you will."

Connor said, "I washed your underwear."

Camila gasped, seriously doubting her ears, and confirmed, "You washed them?"

"Yeah, I told you I did. I'll wash them for you from now on."

Camila was surprised and set

above all, she felt touched and

happy. She looked at Connor, her eyes filled with happiness. "Thank you."

Connor gently rubbed the top of her head, his eyes full of affection, his voice soft and tender. "It's what I should do as your boyfriend."

***

Back in Fairmount, as soon as

Camila entered her home, she collapsed onto the sofa, her body aching a Lover. It was supposed to be just a bell-ringing ceremony but it felt like she had run a marathon, completely drained of energy.