Page 121 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

"Annie, come on!" Robbie’s excited voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

He’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, clutching his T-Rex plushie, his tiny suitcase beside him. The kid has been talking about this trip nonstop since Cole suggested it.

I adjust the strap of my carry-on, swallowing down the weird knot in my stomach. I was excited. I was. I mean, who wouldn’t be excited about an all-expenses-paid trip to a secluded Caribbean island?

But at the same time, the idea of being completely alone with Cole for weeks, with no work distractions, no polite excuses to keep my distance—

No staff. Well, no staff that I usually see. He has people who specifically work on the island. But to them, I’m not Robbie’s nanny. I’m the woman Mr. Wagner is bringing to his private island.

It is terrifying.

Cole is already halfway up the jet’s stairs, dressed in a perfectly tailored linen shirt and dark slacks, looking effortlessly put together despite the early morning hour. He turns at the top of the stairs and glances back at me, one brow lifting in that way that always makes my stomach twist.

"Annie," he says, his voice calm, patient. "Are you coming?"

I clear my throat and force a smile. "Yeah. Just—taking it all in."

A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he steps inside the jet, disappearing from view.

My stomach lurches at the thought.

I exhale and finally force myself to move. Deep breaths, Annie. You can handle this.

Robbie practically drags me up the stairs, his excitement contagious. "Annie, did you see the plane? It’s huge! Did you know this is Dad’s own plane?"

I let out a huge breath. “Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. And it’shuge,” I say, hoping to make Robbie laugh.

Instead he just frowns at the plane. “But this is the small one.”

I blink. "Wait—What? Thesmallone?”

Robbie nods enthusiastically. "Yeah! He has two! This is the small one."

I nearly trip on the first step. Of course he does. Of course Cole owns multiple private jets like it’s no big deal.

I swallow and finally take the first step, my stomach continues protesting.

Am I afraid of flying? I’ve never been afraid of it before. Is this something new?

Or maybe I’m just afraid of private-jet-flying. Which makes absolutely no sense.

So, why won’t my stomach settle?

Inside, the plane is even more ridiculous than I imagined.

It’s not just fancy—it’s insanely luxurious. Plush leather seats. A fully stocked bar. Wide windows that let in natural light, making the cream-colored interior feel open and spacious.

I hesitate at the entrance, feeling wildly out of place. This is the kind of setting reserved for billionaires and celebrities—not me.

Cole is already seated, his long legs stretched out comfortably, a glass of something dark in his hand. He watches me, his green eyes sharp, unreadable.

"You gonna stand there all day?" he asks, voice smooth as silk.

I clear my throat and step inside. Robbie immediately clambers into the seat next to Cole, chattering a mile a minute about how cool everything is.

I settle into a seat across from them, running my fingers over the buttery leather armrest. The seat is ridiculously comfortable, more like a recliner than an airplane chair.

A flight attendant—because of course there’s a flight attendant—approaches with a warm smile. "Can I get you anything before takeoff, Ms. Fox? Champagne?”

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