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?"

you," Connor replied naturally, wrapping an arm around her waist and

Camila was taken aback.

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

of affection

with him, mildly scolding, "The

ear, "Relax, they can't

then leaned in and kissed her

at the lounge door,

executive stepped out of the lounge and called,

straight, his tall frame perfectly blocking the

seen Mr. Connor?

not suspecting anything, and went back

relief, silently congratulating himself

turned to leave, giving the couple

her gaze and then

"Alan's practically family."

back to the lounge; I need to touch up

and