Page 182 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

She blinks, shaking her head like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.

I exhale, explaining. “I was going to take you to Le Petit Délice—it’s this new dessert place that’s gotten popular. But after seeing how uncomfortable you were at the restaurant, I figured you wouldn’t want to sit under another spotlight.”

She stares at me for a beat before speaking. “So instead, you arranged for all this? In like ten minutes?”

I shrug. “I have some people on call to thank for that.”

She lets out a short laugh, looking back at the setup. “Unbelievable.”

I take a step closer. “Good surprise or bad surprise?”

She gives me a look. “That’s not even a question.”

I grin, motioning toward the seating area. “Come on. Get comfortable.”

As she moves toward the couch, I follow, watching the way she softens as she takes it all in again.

“This is amazing,” she murmurs, brushing her fingers over one of the blankets. “I can’t believe you did all this.”

I sink down next to her, close but not too close. “I sent a text. Don’t give me so much credit. But I wanted this date to be about you. Not for us to be somewhere you’re not comfortable.”

She meets my gaze, something soft flickering in her eyes.

I grab the remote and smirk. “Now, let’s start the movie.”

She raises a brow. “What are we watching?”

I hit play. “An advanced screening of Silver Screen Studios’ latest project.”

Her jaw drops slightly as the screen lights up.

And just like that, the night is ours.

***

The drive back is quiet, but it’s a comfortable kind of silence. Annie leans against the window, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on her thigh, and every so often, I catch her stealing glances at me.

I smirk. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to start thinking you had fun tonight.”

She huffs out a laugh but doesn’t deny it. “It was okay, I guess.”

I raise a brow. “Just okay? You ate likeforty mini cheesecakes, Annie.”

She laughs. “I’m eating for two now, remember?”

“That was like eating for ten.”

Annie hits my arm. “Don’t judge.”

I smirk. “Never.”

I turn onto the long private drive leading up to the house, the lights from the mansion soft against the night sky. By the time I park, Annie is already halfway through the garage.

“Eager to escape?” I ask.

She grins. “Depends. Are you going to get all broody and intense again?”

I exhale through my nose, shaking my head as I follow her through the door.

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