Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 228 Friday morning I got to the office fifteen minutes early, hoping for a little quiet before the day exploded. But the second I stepped into our room, I froze. On my desk sat a massive bouquet of red roses, at least two dozen of them arranged perfectly in an elegant crystal vase. The soft scent hit me before I even walked over. "Okay," Gwen said, peeking over her computer screen with a deadly serious expression, "you want to explain this?" I rushed to the flowers like a kid on Christmas morning, searching for a card. A small white envelope was tucked between the petals.

My hands trembled as I opened it. "The first of many." My heart skipped. There was no signature, but I knew exactly who sent it. It all started when Wanderer and I kept going with our question game. It was my turn, and I picked something I'd always been curious about. [Third question: What's one experience you've never had but would love to live someday?] His answer surprised me. Wanderer: [I've always wanted to go skydiving. Something about flying has fascinated me since I was a kid.

The idea of seeing the entire world spread out under you, of having those minutes of complete freedom in the air... it must be life changing.] [Why skydiving specifically?] Wanderer: [Because it feels like the perfect mix of freedom and trust. You trust the equipment, the training, but you also have to surrender to the moment. It's the opposite of the control we cling to every day. I imagine it must feel like real flight. Not sitting on a plane, but actually flying.] [Wow, I never thought of it like that. It must be incredible.] Wanderer: [And you?

What would your experience be?] It was just him tossing the question back, which didn't count as a new one. But for some reason, I felt this pull to be honest. [Mine is going to sound incredibly ordinary next to skydiving... I've never been given flowers by a man. I mean, my dad gave me flowers at my graduation, and my brother Matthew once brought me dandelions he 'picked' at the park when he was five But never... from someone I was dating or someone interested in me.] TH exposed. It was a strange confession to make to a stranger, but something about want to be real. [Seriously?

I've always been the funny girl, the cool friend, the temporary adventure... but never the woman who inspires something classic. Flowers are for 1/3 when someone wants to show

mix of sadness and hope last night. But now,

Gwen said. "Did you tell him where you work?" "Not exactly... but it must be in my Instagram profile.

and see? Best case, he's married and lying to you. Worst case, he's a stalker collecting information about you." I sighed and looked at the flowers again. The gesture was ridiculously sweet. Exactly the kind of romance I'd always dreamed of. But I couldn't deny

was right. Margaret never forgot to mention anything, not even a plain envelope. "Look," Gwen said, standing