A One Night Stand With My Boss

Camila woke up to find that the plane was preparing to land. She twisted her body and the blanket she had been covered with slipped off.

She paused for a moment, realizing she was still clutching the blanket in her hands. "First-class service is really something," she murmured, assuming a flight attendant had draped it over her to keep her warm After tidying up the blanket, she rubbed her eyes, removed her headphones, and looked out the window.

Outside was an endless desert and rolling hills, glinting gold under the sunlight. As the plane approached the runway, the tires made a soft rustling sound as they touched the sandy ground. The aircraft trembled slightly before coming to a slow stop.

Camila stood up, and as she did, Connor passed by her seat, casually picking up her laptop bag. Camila hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to him.

Exiting the airport, Alan was managing a cart full of luggage. The business partners had arranged for staff to wait outside the airport.

Upon seeing them, the staff promptly helped load the luggage into a van.

The translator briefly conversed with the staff of the business partners. "Mr. Connor, they're taking us to the hotel to rest now, and the hotel has prepared a local specialty dinner for us," the translator explained to Connor.

"Alright," Connor responded succinctly.

partners had thoughtfully arranged for Connor to stay in the presidential suite, while Camila and Alan

room, "Camila, you rest up a bit. I'll call you

shook her head,

smiled and encouraged, "It's all local delicacies, things we can't get back home. Try to eat a

then

key card for Mr. Connor's room. I'll give you one and

luggage, neatly arranging her clothes in the wardrobe

back the curtain. The view of distant dunes and the clear blue sky was breathtaking. She took out her phone

quickly replied, reminding

[How's Mr.

in the presidential suite, eight

suite with so many rooms, the partners really don't know