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.

around, Camila noticed everyone was busy with their

vivid lipstick mark into the palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto the back of

head back to my seat," she said softly, taking the takeout receipt and returning to her

the faint imprint of lipstick, a slight

Three hours later.

landed at

to take them to

handled the check-in for everyone and

Alan

the 40th floor, Camila and I are

8888? Wasn't that the Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was a

the 40th floor, the

elevator doors slowly closed and

the elevator doors, blocking

plenty of

and in keeping et booked