Page 15 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
I shake my head, chuckling despite myself. “I wish I had your confidence.”
Amy plates up another quesadilla for herself, then plops down beside me. We both settle in front of the TV, the sitcom playing softly in the background as we stuff our faces and laugh.
"Just don’t do it again, and everything will be fine," Amy adds nonchalantly. “That’s the only rule.”
I nod, but it doesn’t make me feel any less uneasy.
That night, I can’t sleep. I toss and turn, the sheets tangled around my legs as I stare at the ceiling, listening to the steady sound of Amy’s breathing across the room. She’s already asleep, but my mind won’t stop racing.
I keep thinking about what happened with Noah.
Whatcouldhappen.
How am I supposed to handle this?
What if the whole hotel finds out? What if it ruins everything?
I imagine walking into work tomorrow, and I can already see Noah’s cold stare, maybe even the hint of disappointment in his eyes. I picture myself sitting down in front of him, my palms sweating as I say, “We’re just too different. This can’t work.”
I sigh, running my hand through my hair. I can’t shake this nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. I’m not ready to lose this job. I can’t afford to lose this job. And I can’t afford to screw it up by letting a stupid mistake from one night spill over into my professional life.
Amy's words keep echoing in my head.Just don’t make it weird.But how can I do that when everything about this feels “weird”?
Eventually, I drift off to sleep, but I know tomorrow is going to be harder than I can even imagine.
The morning light filters through the blinds as I wake up, my mind immediately racing back to everything that happened last night. The thought that’s been haunting me since my first day at work refuses to leave—I can’t let anything happen between me and Noah.
I move through the motions of getting ready for the day, taking a quick shower to shake off the haze of sleep, but all I can think about is that night, and the idea that everything could be ruined.
What if we both get caught up in the attraction again?
What if that night was more than just a fleeting moment?
Under the hot water, I imagine him standing in front of me. I think of his tall, commanding figure and his blue eyes locked onto mine. I picture him coming toward me, his lips brushing against mine like before, drawing me into that magnetic pull between us. And then I push him away, the words coming outof my mouth before I even have a chance to think.“We can’t do this. It can’t happen again.”
I force myself to shake off the thought, closing my eyes as I finish rinsing off. This is my job now. I have to keep it professional. There’s no room for personal feelings, no room for temptation. I won’t let Noah distract me.
I finish up, take a deep breath, and try to focus. No matter how badly I want to feel those electric sparks between us again, today, it’s just business. Nothing more.
I hop on the subway, feeling the rush of the morning crowd pressing around me. The familiar hum of the train fills my ears, but my mind is elsewhere.
As I stand there, gripping the overhead pole, my eyes flick to the woman next to me, holding a book. The cover catches my eye. It’s a steamy romance novel with a shirtless guy on the cover, his abs glistening in the sun as he gazes at the woman in his arms. The cover is a little too graphic for my taste, but for some reason, my eyes can’t seem to look away. It’s like a visual pull, drawing me in.
I think of Noah, of that night we shared. The heat, the closeness, the passion. My heart races at the memory.
Is that what we were? A forbidden romance?
I feel myself getting lost in the image, imagining what it would be like if Noah was the one on the cover, the one pulling me close again. But just as my thoughts spiral, the train lurches to a stop, and I’m jolted back to reality. I blink, realizing I almost missed my stop.
My pulse quickens as I push my way toward the door, narrowly avoiding the closing train doors. I jump off just in time, my breath coming in short bursts.
Focus, Blossom. You’ve got to keep it together today.
The day starts out slow. Noah keeps his distance, letting me prove I can handle myself. I’ve been working at the bar for a fewdays now, and it’s clear I’ve got the hang of things. I know how to make the drinks and where everything is, and the staff has stopped looking at me like I’m new.
But the tension between me and Noah is still there, hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge.
As we work together behind the bar, organizing glassware and serving drinks, our hands brush periodically. The electricity that zips through me is almost too much to handle, but this time, I manage to pull myself together quickly.
