A One Night Stand With My Boss

The following day.

The car pulled up at the airport, and Camila and Connor got out. Camila made her way to the trunk.

But before she could get there, Alan darted in front of her and took over the task of grabbing their suitcases.

With a quick, efficient motion, he pulled the luggage out of the trunk and smiled, "You guys go ahead. I'll deal with these."

Connor nodded, leading the way with a brisk stride, Camila following close behind, and Alan trailing with all three suitcases.

Bryan and the other executives were already waiting for them in the VIP lounge at the airport.

The group breezed through the VIP channel, quickly handled the check-in, and made their way into the lounge.

Camila stepped out to take a phone call. She stood by the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal, the winter sunlight streaming through and casting a glow on her delicate, fair skin.

She had on a wool coat, the collar slightly open to reveal a crisp white shirt underneath.

Turning around, she found herself staring into Connor's deep, bright eyes.

Hanging up the call, she walked over to him with a slight smile, "What are you doing out here?"

naturally, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a gentle kiss

Camila was taken aback.

bit; the company's executives were just about ten meters away in the

of affection could be

him, mildly scolding, "The

whispered in her ear, "Relax, they can't see

then leaned in and

came out looking for Connor and stopped short at the lounge door, opting not to

an executive stepped out of the

up straight, his tall frame perfectly blocking

seen Mr. Connor? I'm looking for

not suspecting anything, and went

a sigh of relief, silently congratulating himself

turned to leave, giving the

puzzled, followed her gaze

"Alan's practically family."

go back to the lounge; I need

and