A One Night Stand With My Boss

"Mr. Connor," she cleared her throat.

"Prepare the documents and come to my room," Connor instructed.

"Okay," Camila responded.

After hanging up, Camila grabbed the documents and her laptop from the couch, threw on a coat, and left her room. Due to the local cultural differences, she didn’t bring a nightgown. Instead, she wore pajama pants and a comfortable top.

Camila rang the doorbell, and the door quickly opened.

Connor glanced at her, already fresh from a shower, "Did I interrupt your rest?"

Camila shook her head, smiling brightly, "Not at all."

Connor nodded and walked in. Camila closed the door and headed to the couch, placing the prepared documents on the table.

The meeting was primarily about a collaboration, specifically about opening their first global flagship store in this mall, depending on the terms offered.

Connor poured her a glass of warm water and sat on the couch, flipping through the documents.

Camila sat on the carpet, her laptop on the coffee table in front of her. She was diligently making spreadsheets, comparing market demands, cultural backgrounds, and legal regulations of major cities around the world.

After Connor finished reviewing the documents, he glanced at the time and said to Camila, "I need to have a brief meeting with our team."

Camila nodded in understanding.

Half an hour later, while Connor was still in his study, Camila had finished organizing the documents. Still adjusting to the time difference, her eyelids grew heavy, and she dozed off hugging a throw pillow.

Connor ended his meeting and walked out of the study, spotting Camila asleep on the couch.

He tiptoed over and whispered, "Camila."

Camila just frowned slightly in her sleep and murmured, shifting her position to continue sleeping.

She was exhausted.Despite having four days off, the news of the business trip had her cramming language lessons late into the night.

Connor called her name a few more times to no avail. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed and pulling the covers over her.

Camila turned over in bed, her hand unconsciously feeling for something next to her.

Connor chuckled softly, tucking a pillow into her arms. Holding the pillow, Camila’s breathing evened out, and she slept peacefully.

Connor gazed down at her sleeping face, his eyes filled with tenderness. He watched her for a while before quietly exiting the bedroom and shutting the door softly. He then went to his own room to shower and sleep.

The next morning, Camila turned over in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked around.

The realization hit her instantly. This wasn’t her hotel room!

She remembered organizing documents the night before, so how did she end up here so suddenly?

Camila immediately got out of bed and yanked the door open.

Just then, Connor emerged from another bedroom. He was dressed very formally today, in a blue pinstripe shirt with a black vest and tie, exuding an aristocratic charm, like an elegant prince.

Camila was momentarily stunned. She had never seen Connor dressed so formally. This version of him was breathtakingly handsome, almost overwhelmingly so. His appearance struck her heart, making it race uncontrollably. Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

"Up already?" His voice was deep and magnetic.

Camila numbly nodded.

The sound of the door opening made them both turn their heads. Alan pushed the door open, locking eyes with both of them, his smile freezing instantly.

Camila’s hair was a bit messy, and she was obviously just out of bed in her pajamas.

He shouldn’t be here. Could he still make a quick exit?!