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 own

her hand and then

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

faint imprint of lipstick, a slight smile playing on his

Three hours later.

plane landed at

to take

Alan efficiently handled the check-in for everyone and distributed the

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

else is on the 40th floor, Camila and I are on the 41st." Camila

to ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he gave

the elevator reached the 40th floor, the other executives stepped

elevator doors slowly closed and soon reached

doors, blocking Camila's way with a mischievous

plenty of

Suite, and in keeping et booked one on the 41st