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

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

at the time and said to Camila, "I

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 throw pillow. Connor ended his meeting and walked out

over and

frowned slightly in her sleep and murmured,

off, the news of the business trip had

avail. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing

in bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for

arms. Holding the pillow, Camila's

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

in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes.

instantly. This wasn't