A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 134

Chapter 134 

“The bed isn’t very comfortable,” Connor said, slightly frowning. 

“Your voice is nasal. Don’t catch a cold. It could delay our work,” he added, his tone serious and brooking no argument.  S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Camila paused. Indeed, she felt a bit congested and dizzy. The next two days were crucial. She couldn’t afford any delays. 

She nodded in agreement, and Connor led her into a small rest lounge in his office. Camila had always known about the door next to his bookcase, but this was her first time inside. The bedding was styled just like the one at his home. 

“Mr. Connor, it’s not proper for me to sleep here. I’m feeling much better already. You should rest. I’d feel guilty if you were to fall ill because of me,” Camila said, turning to leave. However, a strong arm blocked the doorframe. 

Connor looked down at her. “In quite healthy,” he said in a deep voice. “Now, go get some sleep.” 

“Mr. Connor, you take this room. The sofa is also quite comfortable. I can sleep there,” Camila glanced at the sofa outside. 

The leather sofa was spacious and comfy, far better than the bed. 

“I’ll take the sofa. You take the bed,” Connor stated firmly. 

They stood rigid for a few seconds. Suddenly, Connor’s lips curved into a slight smile, as he whispered close to her ear, “Or would you prefer we share?” 

They were so close, nearly feeling each other’s body warmth and heartbeat. His breath brushed against her cheek, causing her to shiver slightly, her ears turning bright red. 

Camila stepped back abruptly, stammering, “You… get out. I need to sleep.” 

Connor chuckled softly. “I’ll have someone bring you some fresh clothes tomorrow; rest for now,” he said, then turned to leave but paused to look back at her once more. She was wearing a fitted blouse and a pencil skirt. 

Connor walked to the wardrobe, pulled out a set of silk men’s pajamas, and tossed them to Camila. 

Camila caught them, her breath hitching as she looked down. 

“Change into something loose to sleep,” Connor’s voice was low. 

It’s okay. I can sleep in these,” Camila’s ears warmed, her eyes blinking rapidly. 

“Are you sure you can sleep comfortably in that?” Connor frowned, clearly displeased. “If you dawdle any longer, it will be morning. Change and get to bed.” 

Camila numbly nodded, feeling almost breathless. 

Connor nodded in satisfaction and left. 

Once the door closed, Camila gasped for air and collapsed on the bed.vShe slowly unbuttoned her blouse and changed into the pajamas. The men’s pajamas were long, and she rolled up the trouser legs and sleeves. 

The scent of the laundry detergent on the pajamas was the same as the scent on his clothes–a light, woody fragrance that was quite pleasant. 

As she lay in bed, her heart was still pounding, and everything around her seemed imbued with Connor’s presence. His bed and his clothes all enveloped her. 

She glanced at the clock – it was past five. She tapped her cheek lightly, reminding herself of the important days ahead, and turned over with a pillow, drifting off to sleep. 

Outside the rest lounge. 

Connor stood by the window, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag, his gaze unfocused as the smoke drifted out with his thoughts. 

Dawn was breaking, and he stubbed out the cigarette. 

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