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

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

she said softly, taking the takeout receipt and returning to

lipstick, a slight smile playing on his lips. He

Three hours later.

landed at Angelhaven

waiting to take

check-in for

your room is on the 45th floor," Alan handed the room key with the

handing out the keys, "Everyone else is on the 40th floor, Camila and I are

8888? Wasn't that the Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if there was a mix-up, he gave her a meaningful smile, as if

40th floor,

slowly closed and soon

doors, blocking Camila's way with a

of rooms

in keeping et booked one