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

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

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

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

Three hours later.

landed

car was waiting to take them to the

check-in for everyone and distributed the room

floor," Alan handed

continued handing out the keys, "Everyone else is on the 40th

Wasn't that the Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he

the 40th floor, the other executives stepped

doors slowly closed and

at the elevator doors, blocking

of rooms in

et booked one on the 41st