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.

everyone was busy with

quickly pressed a vivid lipstick mark into the palm of her

I'll head back to my seat," she said softly, taking the takeout receipt

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

Three hours later.

landed at

to take

check-in for everyone and distributed the room

your room is on the 45th floor," Alan handed the

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

8888? Wasn't that the Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he gave her a

elevator reached the 40th floor, the other

and soon reached

stood at the elevator doors, blocking Camila's way with a mischievous

plenty of rooms in

et booked one on the