Page 9 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
The space is vast, with crystal chandeliers hanging above me, casting a warm, golden light that makes everything sparkle. The polished wood of the reception desk shines beneath the soft glow, and there are fresh bouquets of flowers placed strategically around the space, their subtle floral scent adding to the elegant atmosphere.
Everything is just so elegantly beautiful.
So perfect.
It’s everything I’ve been working toward.
And I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, even as nerves twist in my stomach.
This is it.
My first real bartending job at a fancy hotel.
And I’m going to crush it.
I approach the front desk, my shoes clicking against the marble floor. A young woman with dark hair and bright red lipstick looks up from her computer. She greets me with a professional smile.
“Hi! I’m Blossom Bennett. I’m here to start my first day of work.” My voice sounds steadier than I feel, but I force a smile as I give her my name.
The woman nods. “Of course! Welcome to the Hudson. I’m Tanya. Let me show you where the employee area is.”
I follow Tanya through the lobby, trying to keep my composure. This is a real job. I can’t act star-struck.
We walk down a narrow hallway to a set of staff elevators, and as the doors open, Tanya steps aside and gestures for me to enter first.
When the elevator doors slide open on the top floor, Tanya leads me into an office area. There’s a quick exchange of greetings with a few other staff members, and then Tanya stops in front of a large office door, her hand on the knob.
“Right through here,” she says with a smile. “Noah Hudson will be with you in just a moment.”
My breath catches.
Noah Hudson.
The name echoes in my mind, and my stomach flips.
No. It can’t be.
As the door opens, I step inside, and there he is.
Noah.
He’s standing behind a desk, looking as polished and commanding as ever.
His icy blue eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, the world stands still.
I’m stunned.
Shocked.
How is it him? The man from the wedding. The man who’s haunted my thoughts for the last month.
“Noah?” I say, barely above a whisper.
He looks up, his face momentarily blank before his expression shifts into something unreadable.
“Well, well...Blossom,” his voice is smooth, his gaze sharp.
I stand in the doorway, frozen, as Noah looks up at me from behind his desk. He’s exactly how I remember him: distant, commanding, and just as impossibly attractive as he was that night.
