A One Night Stand With My Boss ( Maia Sanchez )
Chapter 157

Camila woke up to find that the plane was preparing to land. She twisted her body and the blanket she had been covered with slipped off.

She paused for a moment, realizing she was still clutching the blanket in her hands. "First-class service is really something," she murmured, assuming a flight attendant had draped it over her to keep her warm After tidying up the blanket, she rubbed her eyes, removed her headphones, and looked out the window.

Outside was an endless desert and rolling hills, glinting gold under the sunlight. As the plane approached the runway, the tires made a soft rustling sound as they touched the sandy ground. The aircraft trembled slightly before coming to a slow stop.

Camila stood up, and as she did, Connor passed by her seat, casually picking up her laptop bag. Camila hesitated for a moment before quickly catching up to him.

Exiting the airport, Alan was managing a cart full of luggage. The business partners had arranged for staff to wait outside the airport.

Upon seeing them, the staff promptly helped load the luggage into a van.

The translator briefly conversed with the staff of the business partners. "Mr. Connor, they're taking us to the hotel to rest now, and the hotel has prepared a local specialty dinner for us," the translator explained to Connor.

"Alright," Connor responded succinctly.

They checked in at the hotel. The partners had thoughtfully arranged for Connor to stay in the presidential suite, while Camila and Alan each got a standard suite.

Alan brought the luggage to Camila's room, "Camila, you rest up a bit. I'll call you when it's time to eat."

Camila shook her head, "I'm not hungry."

Alan frowned slightly, knowing if she didn't go, Mr. Connor might skip it too. He smiled and encouraged, "It's all local delicacies, things we can't get back home. Try to eat a little."

Camila hesitated, then nodded. "Alright."

"Here's a spare key card for Mr. Connor's room. I'll give you one and keep one myself," Alan handed her a card.

After Alan left, Camila unpacked her luggage, neatly arranging her clothes in the wardrobe and placing a stuffed toy on the bed.

She walked over to the window and gently pulled back the curtain. The view of distant dunes and the clear blue sky was breathtaking. She took out her phone to capture the beautiful scene and sent a message to her mom and Erica to check in.

Claire quickly replied, reminding her to stay safe.

Erica responded, [How's Mr. Connor?]

Camila smiled helplessly and texted back, [He's in the presidential suite, eight floors away from me.]

Erica teased, [Wow, a presidential suite with so many rooms, the partners really don't know how to save, huh?]

Just then, a message from Alan popped up, telling Camila it was time to eat and to call Connor downstairs.

After replying to the message, Camila went up to the presidential suite and rang Connor's doorbell.

"Come in," Connor's voice came from inside.

Camila opened the door and entered, finding Connor standing by the window, holding his phone and checking something.

"Mr. Connor, it's time to eat," Camila said softly.

Connor nodded, put away his phone, and walked towards the door. Together, they went downstairs to the dining room where the table was already set with local specialties, the aroma filling the air. Despite not feeling hungry earlier, Camila couldn't help but eat a little more.

After dinner, Camila returned to her room, changed into her pajamas after a shower, and prepared to rest due to jet lag. Just then, her phone rang.

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