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, flipping through the

the coffee table in front of her. She was diligently making spreadsheets, comparing market demands, cultural backgrounds,

the time and said to Camila, "I need to have a brief meeting with

Camila nodded in understanding.

Connor was still in his study, Camila had finished organizing the documents. Still adjusting to the time difference, her eyelids grew heavy,

tiptoed over

her sleep and murmured, shifting her position to continue

the news of the business trip had her cramming language lessons late into the

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

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

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

sleeping face, his eyes filled with tenderness. He watched her for a while before quietly exiting the

over in her sleep and slowly opened her

instantly. This wasn't her hotel