Hiding Her Identity, She Joined Her Husband's Company

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.