Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 259 Nathaniel's POV The phone buzzed on the table, cutting into my review of the monthly report. A notification from the app lit up the screen, and my heart kicked up a notch when I saw it was a message from Annie. I opened it without hesitation. [Even on days when I don't feel like getting out of bed... I definitely do. And speaking of beds... mine was really comfortable this morning, and yours...?] There was an attached photo. I almost dropped my phone when the image finally loaded.

Annie was lying on her side in bed, photographed from an angle that showed only her body-perfect curves highlighted by black lingerie that contrasted beautifully against her skin. The soft morning light spilled in through the window, creating shadows that made the whole thing even more intimate, even more tempting. The framing left out her face, but somehow that made the picture even sexier, more mysterious. My eyes tracked every detail: the gentle curve of her waist, how the panties hugged her hips just right, the way the bra lifted her breasts.

The effortless pose, like she had just woken up like that, was natural and breathtaking. It was too intimate, too real, and my body reacted instantly in a way that made me grateful I was behind the desk. For a few seconds, all I could do was stare at the screen, trying to process what I was seeing. The contrast between office-Annie who was formal and composed... and this intimate, provocative version of her was throwing me completely off. It was like discovering layers of her I'd never imagined existed, and now I wanted to explore every single one.

fact that Annie-my TheAnnie, the woman who could drive me insane with just a glance across the office, had just sent me that. Heat shot straight through me, and I had to adjust myself in my chair. 1 With slightly shaky fingers, I typed a reply. Wanderer: Funny... my bed is perfectly made. But looking at you like this, I think I prefer the mess we could make together. Her response came almost instantly. Annie: So you get to keep imagining... while I can only guess? I

think about anything else. Annie had always been smart-she knew exactly how to push me in ways I didn't know I was vulnerable to. Wanderer: Want to level the score? I can show you... but only if you promise you won't leave me imagining everything alone after that. After sending it, I paused. Did I have any picture even remotely close to what she'd just sent me? I replayed my gallery in my mind-definitely nothing like that. I'd have to take something

work. That was when I heard the knock on the door. Through the glass

what I wanted to do with her, on what I wanted her to feel with me. As long as I didn't stand up, I could hide it. "Come in," I said, staying firmly seated behind the desk. Gwen stepped inside and closed the door, slipping into that straight-to-business posture I knew too well. "I know

confirming the team sent her flowers, when I know damn well it was only you. Why did you lie to her?" I let out a breath, realizing there was no point in denying it any further. Gwen had always been way too sharp. "Because the moment I even thought