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    Ring, ring, ring-


    Cam fumbled for her phone to turn off the rm, stretchedzily with her eyes closed, and then


    suddenly snapped them open.


    She wasn’t at home but in Connor’s rest lounge!


    She scrambled out of be


    trying to quickly make it look presentable again, and tiptoed to pull open the guest room door.


    The light in Connor’s office was slightly brighter, casting a gentle glow across the couch. Connor


    was sleeping quietly, one hand resting gently on his forehead, the other hanging limply off the edge


    of the couch.


    Cam slipped off her heels and walked barefoot across the room, squatting beside the couch, her


    hands cupping her face as she quietly gazed at him.


    The morning sun streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, highlighting his strong nose and


    casting a handsome silhouette. His body carried a faint scent of cigars, his chest rising and falling


    gently.


    Cam mused, “No wonder I can’t control my heart with you looking so handsome.”


    Suddenly, his eyes slowly opened, meeting her sparkling gaze.


    In that moment of eye contact, the initial grogginess of waking vanished. Time seemed to freeze,


    and the sound of their breathing magnified in the still air.


    Cam hadn’t expected him to wake up so suddenly and blinked nervously. “Good morning, Mr.


    Connor,” she murmured, her voice soft.


    Connor stared at her lips moving, unable to hear what she was saying. Right then, he felt an urge to


    kiss those rosy lips.


    “Mr. Connor?” Cam’s lips parted slightly as she called his name again.


    Connor cleared his throat and swallowed before slowly sitting up on the couch.


    Cam stood as well, but having crouched too long, her feet had gone numb. Suddenly, her legs


    gave way, and her body uncontrobly leaned forward.


    Instinctively, Connor reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her steadily into


    his embrace.


    “Ah!” Cam eximed, instinctively looking up to meet his deep gaze.


    They were so close she could feel his breath on her face, tickling her. This proximity was


    dangerously intimate!


    Cam’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing red in an instant.


    Connor felt a strong impulse surge through him again. He wanted to kiss her.


    Cam froze, not daring to move, her heart pounding as if it would leap out of her chest. She felt the


    stiffness in her body, and Connor slowly loosened his grip.


    As he let go, Cam immediately stepped back to stand straight.


    “Numb feet?” His deep voice echoed in the air.


    “Yes, Cam replied softly, tilting her head away, unable to meet his eyes.


    A phone call broke the silence. Connor answered it, ncing down to see a pair of delicate bare


    feet on the shiny tile floor. He frowned slightly before responding affirmatively to the caller.


    He hung up.


    Cam cleared her throat and said, “Mr. Connor, it’s still early. Why don’t you go back to the rest


    lounge and rest a bit longer?”


    “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?” Connor asked.


    “Ah?” Cam looked down, suddenly realizing she was barefoot, her toes awkwardly scratched at


    the floor. “The heels were too loud. I didn’t want to wake you.”


    “There are slippers in the bathroom. Go put them on,” Connor frowned, “The driver has brought


    clothes and breakfast. I’ll go down to get them.”


    Cam raised her hand, insisting, “I’ll get them.” How could she let her boss go down himself?


    Connor smiled, “Do you see how you look? Like a little potato.”


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    Cam was momentarily taken aback. Her ill–fitting pants were dragging on the floor, so he was


    teasing her about her height! T’m not a Intle potato!


    Connorughed, “You’ve met my mom. She’s 57, my dad is 6, and I’m 61 Who’s the little potato


    now?”