Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 203 I was late on Friday at 8.30 am. Of course I was. On the day of the dinner with the Franconian investors, my alarm decided not to go off. My shower took a century to heat up. And now I was sprinting through Kensington's hallways like my life depended on it. Balancing my bag, a folder full of Vintara documents, and a giant coffee from the corner shop, I rushed toward the elevators. One of them was already closing. "Hold it, please!" I shouted, picking up speed. A hand shot out between the doors, stopping them just in time.

I silently thanked whatever good soul had saved me from another five-minute wait. "Thank you, you're an a-"I started as I stepped inside without looking. Nathaniel Carter leaned against the back wall. Perfect in a navy suit. Watching me with that smile I was starting to know way too well. Shit. "Good morning, Annabelle," he said as he hit the button to close the doors. "Not coming in?" I froze in the doorway like an idiot, still processing. Backing out now would be obvious. And painfully awkward. I had no choice.

Right," I muttered, slipping all the way in and standing on the opposite side of the elevator. doors shut. We were alone in the small, quiet space. The tension felt almost physical. "Tenth floor?" he asked, his finger already hovering over the button. "Yes. Thanks." The elevator started to rise. I focused on the changing numbers, on anything except the fact that I was trapped in two square meters with the man who had once made me moan in an airplane bathroom. "Ready for tonight?" Nathaniel asked lightly. "Yes. I reviewed everything about Vintara. I think I can contribute with..." Clang!

I yelped. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" "Shit," he hissed, pushing off the wall. "That's hot as hell." The elevator had stopped completely between floors. The lights flickered once. Then steadied. But we didn't move an inch. "Nathaniel, I'm so sorry, let me..." I dug frantically through my bag for

muscle running down his stomach. Arms that made it clear why his suits fit the way they did. A small scar near his left shoulder. A faint trail of hair running

I realized I'd been staring. My face went as red as a tomato. "You remember!" I accused, pointing a finger at him. "You remember what happened on the plane!" "How could I forget?" he laughed. He took a step toward me, his soaked shirt still in his hand. My heart pounded hard. Finally! Someone was finally being honest about what was going on. "I knew it!" I said, jabbing my finger at him again. "I knew you were teasing me. All those double-meaning

a desk and..." "And?" His smile was pure provocation. "And finish what we started in that bathroom." "Very perceptive, Ms. Bennett." He let out a low laugh. "And how could I forget? You moaning my name, your nails in my skin..." "Nathaniel..." I breathed,