Page 38 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

I laugh, shaking my head. “I know, I know. I’ll do better, I promise. So, how’s the apartment? Still dealing with the world’s most annoying upstairs neighbors?”

“Oh, they’re gone,” he says, leaning forward conspiratorially. “But get this—new ones moved in, and they have three dogs.”

“No!” I gasp, covering my mouth to stifle a laugh. “How are you surviving?”

“Barely,” he says with mock seriousness. “They’re cute dogs, but they bark at everything. Leaves, mail carriers, the wind. It’s like living in a kennel.”

“You’re too nice,” I say, shaking my head. “I’d have filed a noise complaint by now.”

He shrugs, grinning. “I’m thinking about it. But let’s not waste precious lunch time on my dog drama. What about you? Last time we talked, you were working reception at... uh, what was it?”

“Silver Screen Studios,” I say, setting my fork down. “And yeah, I was. But things... changed.”

“Oh?” He tilts his head, intrigued. “What happened? Did you quit? Fired?”

“Well...” I trail off, glancing out the window before meeting his curious gaze. “It’s kind of a long story.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, gesturing around the restaurant. “Enlighten me.”

I sigh, resting my chin in my hand. “Okay, so you remember how I said my boss was super intimidating?”

“Yeah, the billionaire guy,” he says. “Wagner, right?”

“Cole Wagner,” I confirm. “Yeah, so... his nanny quit out of nowhere, and he was in a bind. One thing led to another, and now I’m… a nanny.”

His jaw dropsslightly. “Wait, what? You’re a nanny now?”

“Temporarily,” I say quickly, holding up a hand. “I think.”

“What do you mean, you think?”

“Well,” I say, unsure how to word it. “I moved into his house.”

Noah’s fork freezes halfway to his mouth, his blue eyes going wide. “You what?”

“I know how it sounds,” I say quickly, holding up my hands. “It’s not like that. I moved in to take care of Robbie—his son. It’s just more practical since I’m with him full-time.”

Noah sets his fork down slowly, leaning back in his chair. “So, let me get this straight. You’re living in some billionaire’s mansion, taking care of his kid, and you’re calling it temporary? And you never thought to call me?”

“Yes,” I say firmly, though the word feels shaky even as it leaves my lips. “And no. It was supposed to be temporary until he found someone else, but…”

“But what?” Noah presses, folding his arms across his chest.

“But I guess I’m doing okay at it,” I admit, my voice softening. “Robbie seems to like me, and I’ve kind of gotten used to the routine.”

Noah’s brows knit together as he studies me. “And what about him? What’s it like living under the same roof as Mr. Billionaire?”

I hesitate, stabbing at a cherry tomato on my plate. “It’s... fine. He works a lot, so we don’t cross pathsmuch.”

“Uh-huh,” Noah says, his tone laced with skepticism. “And when you do?”

I roll my eyes, trying to play it off. “He’s fine. Intense, but fine.”

“Intense how?”

I shrug, avoiding his gaze. “Just... focused. He’s the kind of guy who’s always in control, you know? Always thinking ten steps ahead. It can be a little intimidating, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

Noah’s lips twitch like he’s suppressing a grin. “You sure about that?”

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