On New Year's Eve, a day of celebration for bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, I and my Boss were working in a themed hotel room.

His deep eyes were trying to see through me.

"I take you on a business trip, you take me to a hotel room?"

My image as a real lady, which I had maintained for half a year, collapsed just like that.

After explaining with great effort, I thought I could rebuild my innocent image.

But he quietly said, "So hypocritical."

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At the company's annual meeting, I got a little tipsy and felt dizzy.

In a daze, it was time to draw the year-end bonus. Each person had to pick an envelope from the lottery box, and the envelopes contained different types of prizes.

When it was my turn, the host changed the box for me, saying that the envelopes in the other box had all been drawn.

I randomly picked one from a new big box.

After all, I had been an unlucky person since I was a child, a perennial black hole in games. It was absolutely impossible for those super prizes to fall on my head.

Back at my seat, I calmly opened the envelope.

I didn't notice the burning gaze from someone in the distance.

There was only one photo in the envelope.

The boss in the photo was wearing a black sports vest, with fine sweat on his forehead, and a pair of silver headphones hanging around his neck, with sexy muscle lines vaguely visible.

The background was an endless sunset, and his sharp profile was outlined even more gently by the dim light.

This photo was a fake, completely inconsistent with his usual cold and distant image.

It must be an illusion.

This wine was really strong. I had only drunk less than half a cup and already had hallucinations.

I looked at the photo in my hand stupidly and poked my thigh with my manicured nails.

Ouch.

In the burning pain, I realized the reality.

That was indeed a photo of Richard Beck.

I had repeatedly studied all the photos in his WhatsApp, each one was a suit man.

And this one in my hand was definitely a casual boyfriend style.

The contrast was striking.

Everyone at the venue was discussing the rewards they had drawn.

"Working overtime once."

"Three working days."

"Reward work project."

"This is not a reward, it's clearly a punishment."

I stared at the photo in my hand, there was nothing written on it.

My colleague Crystal came over and asked, "Ella, what did you draw?"

I handed her the photo, which was not worth much.

Then, I kept drinking, going crazy, and watching the performance of the annual meeting.

Unconsciously, the alcohol took effect, and I tore the photo into pieces while under the influence, holding it in my hand and scattering it in the air.

I originally thought the boss was a humble and reserved gentleman, but I didn't expect him to be a narcissist who even set his own handsome photo as the year-end bonus gift.

I really misunderstood him.

"Who just drew the boss's photo?"

At the end of the annual meeting, the host stood on the stage and asked the crowd below.

"Your reward is to go on a business trip with Richard Beck."

A loud voice came from the speakers on both sides of the stage.

My colleague saw that I was in a daze and helped lift my arm.

Then I held the torn photo in my hand and showed it to the host.

"Check it?"

The host's face froze, never having seen such fast hand speed before.

"No, no one will compete for this reward, no need to verify."

He whispered, "How much do you hate Richard Beck?"

So, the news that I would go on a business trip with Richard Beck spread like wildfire in the company.

Because he never traveled with female subordinates, I was the first one.

Everyone praised my good luck and said that I must have saved something in my previous life.

This good fortune is for you, do you want it?

The next day, my colleagues and I had lunch together at the restaurant downstairs.

"You can secretly enjoy this reward."

I was indeed happy, but not secretly. Could you see how happy I am?

"How many people are rushing to travel with the boss, but the boss doesn't want them."

Actually, the boss didn't say he wanted me.

"I know your thoughts. You take a nap at your desk at noon, and you talk in your sleep about the boss."

I silently lower my head and eat my meal. Are my thoughts about the boss so obvious?

Even if I talked in my sleep, it was because Richard was constantly exploiting the employees. In my dreams, I took the opportunity to scold him.

And in my dreams, I just pounced on him and called him by his full name.

I deny it firmly, "Impossible, in my dreams I just call him Richard Beck."

Colleagues put down their meals at the same time and looked at me.

It seemed like I'd exposed something.

After finishing the meal and returning to the company, I opened my phone and posted on the forum.

"How to bring the highland flower down from its pedestal?"

[The collection and processing of highland flowers will have an impact on the environment...]

[Due to the high price of highland flowers, there may be some poor quality products on the market...]

What a mess.

"What should I do when the boss I have been secretly in love with goes on a business trip?"

[It needs to maintain the image that he likes and not let it collapse.]

Rich people all like elegant ladies who are knowledgeable and reasonable.

I had maintained the image of a lady in the company for half a year. It must not expose it when I go on a business trip.

After reading it, I started reciting the Bible.

Every time I had evil thoughts about Richard, I calm my heart by reciting the Bible.

A pair of black leather shoes came into my sight, and the cold voice of the boss came from above, "Ella Hyde, come to my office."

My head just reached his shoulder, and I followed Richard like a penguin, imagining various scenes in my mind, without noticing that he suddenly turned around.

Without a doubt, my forehead hit his chest, and I was enveloped in his cold and hormone-filled breath.

I looked up, and Richard's deep eyes were looking at my slightly blushing face.

I quickly stepped back.

"I'm sorry, Boss."

His chest was so firm, it must feel great to touch.

What are you imagining in front of the boss? Ella, calm down quickly.

In the office, he looked at me with a mysterious gaze, only 6 inches away. I could feel the heat radiating from my body. Finally, he spoke, "I will be going on a business trip to San Francisco during the vacation. I will let you know when the time comes."

After speaking, he handed me a USB flash drive containing relevant information about the business trip project.

During the holiday at home, I received a message from Richard.

Richard: [Going on a business trip tomorrow, get ready.]

I: [Tomorrow?]

Is my memory wrong? Tomorrow is clearly New Year's Eve, and I should be spending it with my parents.

Who has to go on a business trip on New Year's Eve?

Which client is so hardworking, not taking a holiday during the New Year and making us work like crazy?

Being alone with Richard could be deadly.

Richard: [Any objections?]

I: [Being able to go on a business trip with you is the blessing of my life.]

Richard: [Remember to book the flight and hotel in advance.]

I: [Isn't that the assistant's job?]

Richard: [I don't trust him with it.]

So he meant to leave it to me, and he trusted me with it.

I should get full marks for reading comprehension.

Hotels were fully booked during the New Year, and it was difficult to find a suitable room now.

I was complaining with my roommate while packing my luggage. I only brought some clothes and toiletries.

She was wearing a face mask and smiling mysteriously, saying, "You have to seize the opportunity. I'll rely on you in the future."

"If you can win over Richard this time, I can start enjoying my retirement life at home."

"I'm so worried, and you're still laughing."

I almost finished packing, and I went to the drawer to get some basic documents.

She seemed to have put a small black bag in my suitcase, saying that I would need it if something happened to me.

Time was running out, and I didn't have time to carefully look at what was inside. I hurriedly left.

Upon arriving in San Francisco, my boss and I went to the hotel I had booked the night before.

The receptionist gave me a room card.

Yes, only one.

At that time, I didn't realize what a room card meant, because I often stayed in double office suites when I was on business trips.

Maybe this time was the same.

Behind me, Richard glanced at the room card with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Many hotels were fully booked, and it took me a long time to find this hotel.

Led by the waiter, we arrived at the room.

"Ring."

I was stunned when I opened the door.

Why was the decoration of this room so strange?

The pink wallpaper and warm yellow light created an ambiguous atmosphere in the room.

The quilt on the bed was folded into a heart shape, and the bathtub was filled with steaming water and covered with rose petals.

I took a few steps inside, lowered my head and quickly turned around to block the door, blocking Richard.

But I didn't expect that he had already come in and was standing at the door of the bathroom, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

The room was so romantic. Are they seriously?

It must be that the Miss at the front desk accidentally took the wrong one.

"Boss, it should be that the room card was taken wrong. I will call now and ask her to give us another room card."

I looked at Richard whose hands were in his pockets and a cold expression on his face, feeling a chill down my spine.

It was over, Richard must think that I took this business trip as an opportunity to get close to him.

Although I had coveted him long, I was not shameless.

Playing straight was not played like this.

In order to prove my innocence, I turned on the speakerphone and let my voice be heard, so that there would be no suspicion of me, right?

"Hello, you just gave the wrong room card, didn't you?"

Hello, please wait a moment while I verify it for you."

Half a minute later.

"Yes, what you booked was indeed a double room for couples."

Did my ears deceive me?

"Your requirement is for two people to stay, one male and one female. The bed should be spacious, comfortable, and give a homely feeling. Absolutely."

So you arrange a themed room for me?

I emphasized so many times that we were not in a romantic relationship, but she just wouldn't listen.

After I finished explaining my requirements, I asked the girl at the front desk to arrange a suitable room for me.

Before I could finish speaking, she responded, "I've been doing this for so many years, I understand."

Looking at Richard standing at the entrance of the bathroom, I nervously swallowed my saliva.

"I..."

There were not any emotions under his black eyes, and said coldly, "I take you on a business trip, you take me to a hotel room?"

Living with Richard Beck.

I lowered my head, stammering and not knowing how to speak.

Boss, I'm being wrongly accused.

Before I could even explain.

"I always thought you had good self-control, but I didn't expect..."

His terrifying gaze swept up and down on me, with a compelling momentum.

"Do you have any thoughts about me?"

I cursed the receptionist Miss in my heart.

She made me miserable.

My image as a lady, which I had maintained for half a year, collapsed just like that.

After explaining with great effort, I thought I could rebuild my innocent image.

But Richard quietly said, "So hypocritical."