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.

everyone was

palm of her hand and then gently pressed it onto

to my seat," she said

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

Three hours later.

landed at

was waiting to take them to

efficiently handled the check-in for everyone and distributed

floor," Alan handed the room key

else is on the 40th floor, Camila and I

ask Alan if there was

the 40th floor, the other

doors slowly closed and soon reached

blocking Camila's way with a

of rooms

keeping et booked one on