When I learned that my Boss's right-hand man, Assistant Mason Martin, had arranged my desk in Houston's office, I stood at the door of the Boss's office for five minutes.

"Elizabeth, are you working as a security guard at the door? If you don't come in, you'll be fined 1.5 dollars," Houston's voice sounded coldly from his office.

I quickly trotted to my workstation, turned on my computer and blocked myself from his sight.

Houston said calmly, "There's no need to be so anxious. Do you want to consider it a work injury if you fall down while running so fast in high heels?"

He was truly a capitalist. So, that was how the Boss made money.

But I usually slacked off downstairs, so when I was in the Boss’s office, I really didn't know what to do.

I could only write a short story with my Boss as the male protagonist in front of the computer screen. When I was happily typing and revising, Houston suddenly gave me a cold look.

"Elizabeth, what are you writing? You look so happy," he asked. 

His surprised expression made my scalp tingle actually, so I could only murmur, "I still have some work to hand over. I'll catch up."

"Please move your stool and sit over here. As your Boss, I need to supervise you personally to prevent you from slacking off."

Looking at Houston's table that could only accommodate 1.5 people at best, I sighed in my heart. Why was he so stingy with himself?

I sat down very awkwardly, but there was nothing to do so I could only pretend to work.

Houston glanced at me impatiently and said, "Please translate this document first. If you don't understand, ask me."

After staying up all morning, it was finally time for lunch. So, I caught Mason in the cafeteria.

"Mr. Martin, we are a large listed company after all. Can you give our eagle-like President a bigger desk?" I asked, pretending to be thinking about Houston, but actually it was all for my own sake.

I sat at that small table the whole morning today, which was so uncomfortable. What was more, I could not avoid touching Houston's strong and muscular thighs several times, which made all the dirty thoughts in my brain come out.

After all, I was really afraid that he would sue me for sexual harassment.

Mason looked at me with a constipated expression and said, "Miss Hayden, Mr. Hoover asked me to change this table this morning. He said he didn't like tables that were too big, so he changed the three-times-large table to this mini one."

What?

Was that a special hobby of Houston then?

I scratched my head and returned to the President's office just one minute before work.

I saw Houston looking at the document I translated that morning with a serious face. He even took out a red pen to circle and marked on it.

"Elizabeth, didn't you write on your resume that you were proficient in French? Why did you make so many mistakes?" he said indifferently.

I just smiled innocently. My mastering was roughly equivalent to B2 actually, but that was already Upper Intermediate in courses, you know.

After about half a minute, he sighed and said, "Forget it. I don't expect you to achieve anything great. Just knowing how to eat and drink is enough."

I didn't dare look at his expression, but I somehow heard a hint of doting in his words. 

It should be my hallucination, right?

He wouldn't like me, would he?

In my dream, I turned into Houston’s fat cat. He also touched my head every day, making it bald. So, when looking at my bald head in the mirror, I suddenly woke up.

It was ten o'clock in the morning at that time, so I was already an hour late.

I laid in bed for five minutes and finally decided that since I was already late, I might as well not go.

[Elizabeth: Mr. Hoover, I'm sorry, I'm feeling a bit unwell today. Can I not go to work?] 

After sending the text message, I got up to cook noodles.

When the noodles were cooked and I was about to find some forks to eat, I suddenly saw a message from Houston on my phone.

[Houston: How bad is your sickness?]

I slapped my forehead. It seemed that he didn’t believe me. So, I sent another message.

[Elizabeth: It is so bad. I have a severe cold, fever, runny nose and headache. Please let me take a day off.]

Then I happily started to eat the noodles. It was spicy and stinky, so it really went well with my appetite. What was more, it happened to be drizzling outside, making me so happy that I started humming a song.

I was halfway through my meal when the doorbell rang. I thought it was the delivery man who delivered the fried chicken I just ordered, so I quickly paused the movie I watched and trotted to open the door.

I skillfully reached out to take the takeaway but felt a big hand instead.

I was very sorry for molesting the guy, but just as I was about to open the door to apologize to him, the door was opened by the man first.

Houston's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of me without warning, making me drop my fork in fright.

"Mr. Hoover, why are you here?" I asked, looking at him in surprise, almost bit my tongue.

He shook the bag in his hand and said calmly, "You are sick, so I am here to bring you some medicine."

Looking at his wet clothes, I asked in confusion, "Mr. Hoover, you should drive a car, right?"

He curled his lips and sighed, explaining, "I drive here, but your community security guards wouldn't let me in, so I climbed over the wall to get in."

"Well, come in quickly, Mr. Hoover," I said and hurriedly pulled him into the room, then closed the door.

Houston took a deep breath as soon as he entered the house, frowning slightly, "Elizabeth, did your toilet explode?"

I looked at him, then at the noodle I had just eaten halfway and then an idea came to me, "Mr. Hoover, you are soaked all over, take a shower quickly, or you will catch a cold."

I pulled him to the bathroom door, took out clothes from the closet and handed them to him. I said, "Use this."

He looked at me and said nothing, then slowly walked into the bathroom.

While he was in the bathroom, I opened my bloody mouth and ate the remaining half bowl of noodles, then carried it downstairs and threw it away.

After coming back and washing the dishes, I closed the windows and placed a new reed diffuser. So, at least, my house was completely filled with a nice fragrance.

I had just turned on the computer and was about to pretend to work when the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After a rustling sound, Houston pushed the door open and looked at me.

He pulled at his pants and said, "Did you buy these pants for your ex-boyfriend? It seems his legs are not as long as mine. The clothes are a bit tight too, so it seems his figure is not as good as mine."

I somehow felt that Houston's words were a bit of tea, but in order not to offend my Boss, I still said truthfully, "I bought this for my dad. Maybe he is old and has shrunk."

Houston's expression suddenly became interesting, so he changed at least three expressions in less than a second.

"So, it belongs to your father. I was wondering why it is so handsome," he said.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Luckily, my fried chicken arrived just in time. So, I left to take it.

When I came back from getting the takeaway, I saw Houston staring at me.

"Mr. Hoover, the takeaway I ordered is here. Let's have a bite together." 

After saying that, I pushed him onto the sofa in my house and handed him a pair of disposable gloves.

After eating and drinking, I collapsed on the sofa, rubbing my stomach and feeling drowsy. Suddenly, Houston's words woke me up, "Elizabeth, don't you have a cold, fever and runny nose? Why do you look so energetic?"

Oh, right!

I forgot to act like that.

I looked at him guiltily, then slowly covered my head, when said, "My head really hurts, but I am more able to endure the pain."

Houston's mouth twitched, but then he turned on his computer to start a video conference.

I glanced at the screen quietly. Even though it was raining heavily outside, all my colleagues were in the company except Houston and me.

He seemed to be in a good mood today. Even though the plans submitted by his employees were full of loopholes, he comforted them gently, raised questions and asked them to go back and revised them slowly. 

It was so good to hear after all. You know, he usually cursed people terribly.

I was listening with great interest when he said, "Elizabeth, can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Okay, Mr. Hoover, please wait a moment." 

I hurried to pour water for Houston.

The meeting lasted for about three hours. Only after all colleagues had finished their reports did Houston turn off his computer and start organizing the meeting materials.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the meeting was finally over. I didn't even dare to breathe just then, for fear that my colleagues would find out that the Boss was at my house.

The rain outside didn't show any sign of stopping for the time being. It seemed like the Boss wanted to have lunch at my house today.

I opened my phone to search for the recipe for tomato beef brisket, but before I even opened any software, the WhatsApp Group started buzzing.

"Did you just hear the Boss asking his wife to pour him some water?"

"Yeah, they are actually living together."

"Fortunately, I don't dare to say bad things about the Boss Lady in front of Mr. Hoover, otherwise I would have been fired long ago."

"On a rainy day, a couple was in love, you know."

After reading that, I was totally overwhelmed. I stayed quiet, since I did get to bear the blame.

When Houston saw me playing with my phone, he coughed and said, "Elizabeth, you see, I can't leave in this weather…."

"I understand, Mr. Hoover. You must be hungry, right? I will cook right away. Please wait a moment," I said in a flattering manner before he could finish his sentence.

I confidently took the tomatoes and beef from the refrigerator to the kitchen, unpacked the kitchen knife, rinsed it under the tap and pointed it at the tomatoes.

Not only did the knife fail to cut the tomato, but it also made the tomato fall to Houston's feet.

I hurried over to pick up the tomato, washed it and picked up the knife to prepare for the next round of dissection.

"Let me do it," Houston said after taking the tomato and kitchen knife from behind me.

"Go to the living room for a while. I'll call you when it's ready," he said while cutting tomatoes.

How could the Boss work for slaves, right?

So, I stood beside him and looked at him guiltily, asking, "How about I give you a hand?"

Houston paused, not knowing what he was thinking about and then nodded slowly.

The way he cooked the meal was so amazing that my jaw dropped.

I thought he was a novice, but I didn't expect him to be such a good cook. He could even make a simple dish smell delicious.

Just as I was lost in thought, he moved his face close to mine. Then, he ordered, "Help me wipe my face, I can't pull my hands away." 

I quickly pulled out two pieces of tissue paper and carefully wiped his entire face clean.

Wow!

The nose was straight, the jawline was clear and the skin was smooth.

What was more, when I was having lunch with Houston, I surprisingly felt the warmth of home.

He was not picky about food and ate with great relish, which led me to eat half a bowl of rice more.

After dinner, he took the initiative to wash the dishes. When I stood at the door and watched him wash the dishes, I secretly made up my mind to find such a virtuous husband to take care of my parents.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

In order not to neglect him, I took him downstairs.

It was such a misfortune that the rain had stopped, but when we arrived at the door of the unit, the rain suddenly got heavier. Even my trouser legs got wet just by standing at the door.

Houston and I looked at each other, but I was the first to speak, "Why don't you stay at my house today? My house happens to have two bedrooms and a living room."

"Okay, thank you for your offer," he answered in a calm tone. Then Houston went home with me very naturally.

Maybe he shocked me too much during the day, but I was actually touching him in my dream. I even tried desperately to engrave those images in my mind so that I could write some stories about it.

But things didn't go as planned. When I was having a great time teasing Houston, I was woken up by a knock on the door.

Looking at the boring white ceiling, I thought for a moment before I realized that the person knocking on my bedroom door should be Houston.

"Mr. Hoover, what can I do for you?" I asked in a daze.

His voice sounded anxiously outside the door, saying, "Elizabeth, we're going to be late." 

When I heard that, I jumped up, changed into my pajamas quickly and hurriedly took Houston out to the burger’s restaurant at the entrance of the community.

"I want to order the same as usual, but two servings today."

"Hey, Elizabeth, it seems that you brought your boyfriend here. So, I'll give you two eggs to nourish your body, okay?" The owner of the burger’s shop was so happy to see Houston that he couldn't stop smiling.

I didn't dare look at Houston, so I quickly waved to the owner and explained, "No, this is the President of my office."

"So, office romance?"

Before getting off work, Houston called me, “Elizabeth.”

“Yes, Sir?”

"You and I will go to Ohio for a business trip for half a month next Monday. Remember to pack your luggage at the weekend. I will pick you up."

Business trip?

"Who's going, Mr. Hoover?"

"You and me," he replied briefly and lowered his head.

But I still keenly noticed that he was dazed because his eyelashes fluttered just now.

***

"Mr. Hoover, why did you only book one room?" When I got the news in the hotel lobby, I suspected that Houston might be trying to take advantage of me.

Thinking of his figure, I gasped inwardly.

When I looked at him, he suddenly smiled and said, "Don't think too much. There is a private room for you in the Presidential Suite."

Looking at his handsome back, I took a deep breath and followed him.

It was amazing that you had long legs. Since it might be as if you were participating in the Olympics, you didn’t need to run, just walked so fast.

You know what, the Presidential Suite was really nice. There was a tender little boy and girl in it, staring at Houston with their big watery eyes.

Well, there was no one in my small studio, you know.

"Mr. Hoover, let me help you take a bath. It's so late, after all."

Before she finished speaking, she climbed up to Houston, put her delicate hand on Houston's tie and easily helped him untie his tie with a pull.

Although I really wanted to see the scene, in order not to disturb my Boss's good thing, I covered my eyes and slowly backed out.

"Elizabeth, kick them out!" he ordered, stopping me as soon as I took a step forward.

Why did you ask me to do such an indecent job?

Looking at the little boy and girl with tears in their eyes, I made a gesture of invitation.

He didn't even glance at me, but stared at Houston with a flattering look, "Mr. Hoover, Mr. Clarke said you has paid us."

Then I heard that they had 1,500 dollars deposited into their account.

I was shocked. He earned my half a month's salary just by untying his tie!

Houston looked at my open chin and said, "If you are envious, you can also pledge yourself to me."

I waved my hands repeatedly, thinking that my own salary was more suitable for me, so I couldn't accept another one.

***

At midnight, I was watching a TV series in bed when Houston called me, "Elizabeth, come here quickly and kick them out."

For the sake of money, I reluctantly put on my coat and prepared to help Houston drive away his little boys and girls again.

"Why did you come just now? I'm allergic to it!"

Houston was wearing pure black silk pajamas, huddled on the bed with red eyes and a cockroach was crawling on his clothes.

My head started to party with a buzzing sound.

But for the sake of work, I took a deep breath, took off my slippers and walked step by step towards Houston on the bed.

Suddenly my feet slipped and I fell onto Houston's bed.

The slipper in my hand slapped crisply on his butt, killing the cockroach, while my other hand scratched his chest and accidentally tore his pajamas.

When he opened his eyes, I put one hand on his butt and the other on his chest muscles, instinctively pinching them twice.

These exposed figures were really elastic.

"Elizabeth?"

"Sorry, Mr. Hoover, I just slipped around. Please go to sleep."

After saying a bunch of nonsense, I ran away.

When I came to my room, I couldn’t help murmured, "Oh my God, Mr. Hoover's chest was scratched by me. I really don't know my limits. He will definitely criticize me when I see him tomorrow."

***

The next day, as soon as we arrived at the box, Jeff Clarke greeted us warmly as his guests.

For some reason, Houston wore a deep V shirt today, which happened to reveal the marks I left on him yesterday.

He coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Clarke, you misunderstood. I sent back the person you sent yesterday. It is my Personal Assistant who scratched it by accident."

"Haha, your Personal Assistant has a really nice figure. Mr. Hoover really has good taste."

Jeff's sticky eyes swept over me up and down, giving me goosebumps.

I begged Houston with my eyes to explain things to Jeff, but he just sat down calmly and even raised his eyebrows barely noticeably.

After having dinner with Jeff, Houston and I returned to his Presidential Suite.

He was typing away on his computer until sparks were almost coming out and so was I.

The difference was that he was working, while I was writing a short story with him as the protagonist, inspired by what happened last night.

Just when I was writing the most exciting part, Houston's phone suddenly rang, making me so startled that I almost dropped the notebook on my lap.

"Elizabeth, answer the phone for me, put it on speakerphone."

I only heard the voice of a middle-aged woman on the other end of the phone.

"Deon's daughter returned home yesterday, Houston. How about you two meet up?"

Houston stopped typing on the keyboard and stared at the screen of his mobile. His expression looked guilty.

After a while of stalemate, he coughed lightly and said, "Mom, I have a girlfriend now, so don't worry about her. If you are really worried, I will bring her to you when I return from my business trip."

My Boss had a girlfriend?

When I heard the news that had nothing to do with me, my heart began to ache for no apparent reason.