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.