Page 17 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
Blossom.
She’s just walked in, still a little early for her shift, but no doubt ready to get started.
She looks up as she sees me, and I feel a small flutter in my chest, like some instinctive part of me notices her before I even consciously register it.
“Blossom,” I say, my voice firm. “Clock in and follow me.”
She looks at me a little confused but obeys without hesitation, walking behind me as I head toward the back exit.
“Where are we going?” she asks after a moment, her voice curious but guarded.
I glance back at her, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. “We’re leaving.”
She stops dead in her tracks, eyes widening. “What? You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” I reply, my pace not slowing. “We’ve got a situation to deal with. And we don’t have time to waste.”
She looks almost shocked.
I can tell she’s trying to figure out what the hell I’m up to.
But she follows anyway, like she always does.
I push through the hotel’s back entrance and head toward my car, the luxury vehicle parked just outside, looking like a beast in the morning sun. I slide into the driver’s seat, giving Blossom a quick glance before I start the engine.
She hesitates for a second before getting into the passenger seat, the door closing softly behind her. I can tell she remembers this car from the night we spent together. She’s trying not to acknowledge it, but I can see the way her eyes linger on the leather interior.
“So, why did you want me to come with you?” she finally asks, breaking the silence as we pull away from the hotel.
I let out a slight chuckle. “Maybe I just wanted to spend some more time with my newest employee.”
She shoots me a glance, the corners of her lips twitching, but she doesn’t smile. “Really?”
I lean back slightly, my eyes focused on the road ahead. “Just kidding. You’ll need to know where we get our supplies if you’re going to work here.”
She seems to relax at that, but the tension in the air doesn’t completely dissipate. There’s something else between us that neither of us is addressing directly, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
The city passes by in a blur as I drive, the streets flashing by quickly. I focus on the road, but I can feel Blossom’s eyes on me every now and then, as if she’s still trying to piece together why I asked her to come with me on this errand.
The skyline looms in the distance as we make our way to the market. It’s a bustling part of the city: crowded, noisy, andchaotic in its own unique way. The car hums as I park in the large lot nearby, and I can see Blossom’s expression shift.
She looks uneasy, her bright eyes darting around, taking in the grimy exteriors of the buildings and the mix of cars and delivery trucks parked in the lot. The place is far from glamorous, but it’s where we get some of our finest ingredients.
I can’t help but notice her wariness. She’s used to the polished side of the hotel industry, not this raw, no-frills world behind the scenes. But I also see the flicker of excitement in her eyes as we step out of the car, her curiosity piqued despite her unease.
“Ready?” I ask, glancing back at her.
She hesitates but then nods. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
I lead the way, and as we walk toward the entrance, I can tell she’s wondering what the hell she’s gotten herself into. But I have a feeling she’ll get used to it.
She has the kind of fire I like.
And, maybe, something more. But that’s not something I’m going to deal with today.
The market is a world away from the pristine luxury of the hotel. As soon as we step inside, the noise and chaos hit me. It’s bustling—people shouting to each other, bartering, haggling over prices. The air smells rich with the scent of fresh fish, meat hanging on display, and spices wafting from nearby stalls. It’s not clean, and it’s not polished, but it’s alive in a way that makes my heart race.
Blossom follows closely behind me, her eyes wide as she takes in the scene. I can tell she’s a little out of her element, so I grab her hand without thinking, my fingers brushing over hers. She looks up at me, startled, but I offer her a reassuring smile as I pull her through the crowded aisles.
