A One Night Stand With My Boss

His piercing gaze swept over to Alan, clearly displeased.

Seeing this, Alan quickly forced a smile and shuffled over to Connor's side, whispering, "Camila asked me to switch seats. I mean, I had to listen to the boss lady, right?"

The term 'boss lady' worked like a charm. Connor's expression softened considerably, even a hint of a smile playing at his lips. He nodded, signaling Alan to sit down. Relieved, Alan quickly settled into his seat.

"Camila, can you pass me the documents?" Connor said, turning to the seat behind him.

Camila paused, Seriously? What documents?

She took a deep breath, rummaged through her bag, and found a takeout receipt, pretending it was something important as she walked over to Connor.

Through gritted teeth, she said, "Mr. Connor, is this what you're looking for?"

Connor struggled to suppress a grin, lightly touching her fingers, "Yes, thank you for the trouble."

Camila withdrew her hand, lowering her voice, "Connor, are you being childish?"

"Who told you to sit so far from me? Now I have to go hours without seeing you," Connor said with exaggerated innocence, pouting.

Camila noticed everyone was busy with

into the palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto the back of Connor's

head back to my seat," she said softly, taking the takeout

on his hand and the faint imprint of lipstick, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Three hours later.

plane landed

to take them

arrival, Alan efficiently handled the check-in for everyone and distributed

45th floor," Alan handed the room key with the

keys, "Everyone else is on the 40th floor, Camila and I are on the 41st." Camila took

number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he gave her a meaningful smile, as

the 40th floor, the

elevator doors slowly closed and soon reached the 41st

doors, blocking

plenty of rooms

in keeping et booked one on