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.

and

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

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

Camila nodded in understanding.

an 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 she dozed off hugging a

tiptoed over and whispered,

just frowned slightly in her sleep and murmured, shifting

off, the news of the business

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

turned over in bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for

pillow into her arms. Holding the pillow, Camila's breathing

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

and slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her

realization hit her instantly. This wasn't