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

quickly pressed a vivid lipstick mark into the palm of her

back to my seat," she said softly, taking

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

Three hours later.

plane landed

waiting to take them to the

check-in for everyone and distributed the room

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

on the 40th floor, Camila

ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he gave her a meaningful smile, as if

the elevator reached the 40th floor, the other executives

elevator doors slowly closed and soon reached

at the elevator doors, blocking Camila's way

plenty of rooms in

and in keeping et booked