My Female Manager Roommate

The Temptation of the Director

I arrived at the hotel lobby. By now， most of the guests had dispersed， leaving only a few scattered tables where people were still chatting and laughing. The hotel staff had already begun cleaning up.

I walked in and looked around， but I didn't see the Director. I didn't know a soul here， so asking around would probably be useless. So， I ran back out of the banquet hall to the hotel lobby， where I saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa.

Judging by the way she was holding her phone， she seemed to be on a video call. It didn't seem right to disturb her right now. I decided to wait until she finished.

I waited and waited. Twenty minutes passed， and she was still on the video call. Finally， I walked over and stood in front of her. The moment she saw me， she gave a brief smile and immediately hung up the phone.

She looked at me and complained，“Brian， where on earth have you been? I've been waiting here for half an hour.”

I quickly replied with a smile，“Actually， I got here a long time ago. I saw you were on a video call， so I didn't dare disturb you.”

“Couldn't you have just called out to me? Making me sit here for so long. You really have no sense of time.”

Sigh， she was the boss; whatever she said went. If I had called out to her the moment I arrived， she probably would have scolded me for not seeing she was busy. It seemed Peter was right; her mood really wasn't good. Was she really going through early menopause? Haha. The thought made me chuckle inwardly.

I walked over to her， took her arm， and helped her up. She looked at me and said，“Brian， you know? When I came out just now， I was so dizzy I stumbled right into a male waiter's arms. That young guy was even more handsome than you. You have no idea， when we collided， my heart just melted. Hahaha.” She laughed and leaned against my shoulder.

I really didn't understand why she was telling me this. After laughing for a while， she probably felt a bit self-conscious with people coming and going in the lobby. She stifled her laughter， patted my shoulder， and said，“Forget it， you wouldn't understand anyway. Let's go， back to the room.”

The Director's room was on the 26th floor. We took the elevator straight up. The elevator jerked to a stop suddenly， and her body swayed noticeably. She had clearly had a bit too much to drink; the moment we stepped out of the elevator， she bent over， looking like she was about to throw up.

Fortunately， it was just a dry heave. Thank goodness the floor was carpeted. What would I have done if she had vomited everywhere?

Because she was wearing high heels， walking while supporting her was unsteady. Suddenly， she stopped and kicked her feet forward twice， trying to shake off her shoes.

“Wait， don't kick. I'll help you take them off.”

I squatted down， held her foot， and prepared to remove her shoe. I don't know what she was thinking， but she suddenly threw her weight onto my shoulder. I lost my balance， and she fell sideways to the ground.

I heard her laugh.“You big man， do you have no strength at all? Can't even hold up a woman?”

I looked at her.“How was I supposed to know you were suddenly going to lunge at my shoulder? I'll tell you， back in the day， if someone dared to jump on my shoulder， my first reaction would have been to flip them over.”

She sat up， kicking her legs.“My feet hurt so much， I can't walk. Carry me back.”

I looked at the hotel corridor. This was a public place; carrying a woman around felt a bit inappropriate. I checked my surroundings—no one was there. I'd better carry her in; sitting on the floor looked too bad.

With one hand holding her high heels， I squatted down and picked her up in a princess carry. She naturally rested her head on my shoulder. Her breath was in my ear， carrying a fresh fragrance. I glanced slightly downward， and her snow-white chest immediately caught my eye.

Startled， I quickly averted my gaze. She giggled in my arms and asked，“Brian， do you think I'm heavy?”

I smiled.“You're alright. If I said you were heavy， wouldn't you get mad?”

She pointed at my head with her finger.“You kid， you're smart. My room is 2168.”

I checked the room number nearby: 2160. 2168 should be at the very end. I carried her a few steps to the door.

Just as I was about to put her down， she said，“I'm not wearing shoes， how can I stand on the floor? Carry me inside. Hehe.”

“Oh， come on. That way I can't get the key card. Where is it?”

“Hehe， I didn't bring the key card. I'll tell you the password; you just type it in.”

Carrying her on my back， I couldn't see the lock at all. It took me several tries to get the door open. I walked into the room， placed her on the bed， and was panting with exhaustion.

I thought to myself， no wonder Peter asked me to come to Long Island. If it were those old guys， they definitely couldn't have carried her. Then again， the Director wouldn't have let them carry her anyway. I knew the Director liked to play these kinds of jokes， so I was used to it.

Just as I turned to leave， she suddenly grabbed my hand.“Brian， stay with me tonight， okay? I feel lonely.”

I turned my head and looked at her enchanting face. Although she was older than me， there is a saying:“Young men don't appreciate the value of a mature woman; they mistake young girls for treasures.”

I gently pushed her away.“Director， you've had too much to drink today. Let me pour you a glass of water; you lie down for a while.” Before I could finish， she walked into the bathroom.

I thought she was going to vomit， so I poured a cup of hot water， planning to wait for her to come out， say a few words， and then leave.

Unexpectedly， ten minutes later， the bathroom door opened， and she walked out wrapped in a towel. Her wet hair draped over her shoulders， looking extraordinarily charming.

I couldn't help but swallow. She walked up to me， and I smelled the fresh scent of body wash. She took my hand and placed it on her face.“You say you don't even have a girlfriend， so why aren't you the least bit tempted by me? I really don't get it. How do you get through those dark nights alone? Don't tell me you have some physical defect.” She laughed.

I quickly moved her hand away.“Director， you really drank too much. If you keep this up， how can I drive for you in the future? I... I'm leaving.”

I turned to leave， but she tugged at the hem of my shirt.“Wait， what's the rush? Can't you sit down and chat with me?”

She pulled me back to the sofa. I watched her sitting there wrapped in a towel; her full chest looked ready to burst through the fabric， and her snow-white skin was right before my eyes.

She saw me sitting opposite， too afraid to look at her. She stood up with a smile and walked over to me.“Haha， look at you， so nervous. Are you afraid I'm going to eat you?”

“No， no. It's just... you've had a lot to drink today. If you want to chat， I can chat with you when I'm driving， right?”

If it were any other woman， I wouldn't care so much; I would have pounced long ago. But she was my boss， after all. Plus， I planned to stay at this company for the long term. Besides， what if she had a good relationship with her husband? Then wouldn't I be destroying a family?

If she really insisted on this， and I just sat there like an i***t， she might even scold me for not knowing how to have fun and fire me tomorrow morning， because now I knew how promiscuous she was. Sigh， such a sexy temptress was right in front of me， and I didn't know what to do.

Just then， she suddenly ripped off the towel and pounced on me.