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.

a glass of warm water and sat on the couch, flipping through the

her. She was diligently making spreadsheets, comparing market demands,

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

Camila nodded in understanding.

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

over and

slightly in her sleep and murmured, shifting her position to

the business trip had her cramming language

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

bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for something

into her arms. Holding the pillow, Camila's

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

and slowly

realization hit her instantly. This wasn't her