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.

warm water and sat on the couch,

coffee table in front of her. She was diligently making spreadsheets, comparing

said

Camila nodded in understanding.

documents. Still adjusting to the time difference, her eyelids grew heavy, and she dozed off hugging a throw pillow. Connor

over and

slightly in her sleep and

having four days off, the news of the business trip

to no avail. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her

over in bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for something next to

arms. Holding the pillow, Camila's breathing

gazed down at her sleeping face, his eyes filled with tenderness. He watched her for a while before quietly exiting the bedroom and shutting the door softly. He then went to his own room to

turned over in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

instantly.