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.

of warm water and sat

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

the documents, he glanced at the time and said to Camila, "I need

Camila nodded in understanding.

to the time difference, her eyelids grew heavy, and she dozed off hugging a throw pillow. Connor ended his meeting and walked out

over and whispered,

in her sleep and murmured, shifting

having four days off, the news of the business trip had her cramming language lessons late into

scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and pulling the covers

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

Holding the pillow, Camila's breathing evened out, and

tenderness. He watched her for a while before quietly exiting the bedroom and shutting the

slowly

realization hit her instantly.