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.

noticed everyone was busy

her

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

the warm touch on his hand and the faint imprint of lipstick, a

Three hours later.

landed at

waiting to take them to the

check-in for

your room is on the 45th floor," Alan handed the room key with the number 8888 to

the keys, "Everyone else is on the 40th floor,

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

elevator reached the 40th floor,

doors slowly closed and soon

at the elevator doors, blocking Camila's

plenty of

in keeping et booked one on the 41st flood