A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Mr. Connor," she cleared her throat.

"Prepare the documents and come to my room," Connor instructed.

"Okay," Camila responded.

After hanging up, Camila grabbed the documents and her laptop from the couch, threw on a coat, and left her room. Due to the local cultural differences, she didn't bring a nightgown. Instead, she wore pajama pants and a comfortable top.

Camila rang the doorbell, and the door quickly opened.

Connor glanced at her, already fresh from a shower, "Did I interrupt your rest?"

Camila shook her head, smiling brightly, "Not at all."

Connor nodded and walked in. Camila closed the door and headed to the couch, placing the prepared documents on the table.

The meeting was primarily about a collaboration, specifically about opening their first global flagship store in this mall, depending on the terms offered.

glass of warm water and sat on

the carpet, her laptop on the coffee table in front of her. She was diligently making spreadsheets, comparing market demands, cultural backgrounds, and legal regulations

reviewing the documents, he glanced at the time and said to

Camila nodded in understanding.

was still in his study, Camila had finished organizing the documents. Still adjusting to the time difference, her eyelids grew heavy, and she dozed off hugging a throw pillow. Connor ended his meeting and walked out of

over and whispered,

her sleep and murmured,

days off, the news of the business

his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and pulling the

over in bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for something

softly, tucking a pillow into her arms. Holding the pillow, Camila's breathing evened out, and

her for a while before quietly exiting the bedroom and shutting the door softly. He then went to

turned over in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked

her instantly.