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.

was busy with their

of her hand and then gently pressed it onto the back of

she said softly, taking

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

Three hours later.

plane landed

car was waiting to take them

the check-in for everyone and distributed the

room is on the 45th floor," Alan

else is on the 40th floor,

the Presidential Suite number? Just as she was about to ask Alan if

40th floor,

and

doors, blocking Camila's

plenty of rooms

and in keeping et booked one on