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 their

palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto

seat," she said softly, taking

imprint of lipstick,

Three hours later.

landed at

was waiting to take them to

efficiently handled the check-in for everyone and distributed the

on the 45th floor," Alan handed the room

else is on the 40th floor, Camila and

Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was

the 40th floor, the other executives

and soon

doors, blocking Camila's way

of rooms in

keeping et booked one on