A One Night Stand With My Boss

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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?"

"Looking for you," Connor replied naturally, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Camila was taken aback.

Panic set in a bit; the company's executives were just about ten meters away in the lounge.

Such a public display of affection could be incredibly awkward if seen.

Camila locked eyes with him, mildly scolding, "The whole office is inside."

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

He then leaned in and kissed her lips.

Alan came out looking for Connor and stopped short at the lounge door, opting not to intrude and quickly turning away.

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"Alan's practically family."

Camila shot him a look, "You go back to the lounge; I need to touch up my lipstick."

With that, she turned and quickly walked towards the restroom.

Connor watched her retreating figure, shaking his head with a resigned smile.

A little later, Camila, having freshened up, returned to the lounge.

Connor was deep in a conversation with a few executives about work.

Camila sat next to Alan and whispered, "Alan, I want to switch seats with you on the plane."

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He nodded, "Alright, we'll switch seats on the plane."

When it was time to board, everyone got on the plane.

They followed the instructions on their boarding passes to first class and found their seats.

Connor, as calm as ever, reached his seat and found that the person next to him was now Alan.