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

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

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

and the faint imprint of lipstick, a slight smile playing on his lips. He was in a

Three hours later.

landed at

was waiting to take them

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

Alan handed the room

is on the 40th floor, Camila

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

40th floor, the other executives

slowly closed and

doors, blocking Camila's way with a

are plenty of rooms

in keeping et booked one on