Page 181 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

I grin, but let it slide.

The drive isn’t long. Traffic has lightened up, and within tenminutes, we’re pulling into the private entrance of Silver Screen Studios. The lot is quiet at this hour, most employees gone for the night, but the security team waves us through without question.

Annie straightens in her seat as I park. “Wait. Why are we here?”

I cut the engine and turn to her. “You’ll see.”

She narrows her eyes. “I swear to God, if you say that one more time—”

I chuckle, stepping out of the car before she can finish the threat. She sighs but follows, wrapping her arms around herself as we walk toward the entrance. The lobby is dimly lit, sleek and modern, the floors polished to a mirror shine.

Annie glances around, looking both impressed and confused. “Seriously, Cole. What are we doing here?”

I press the button for the elevator and glance at her with a small smile. “Just trust me.”

She eyes me warily. “That’s a big ask.”

I place a hand over my heart. “I’m wounded.”

She rolls her eyes but steps into the elevator with me as the doors slide open.

As we ascend, she gives me a sideways glance. “Are we going to your office? Are you trying to get a quickie on your desk out of me?”

I laugh and shake my head. “No.” I give her a flirtatious look. “But now that you mention it...”

“Not a chance,” she says,laughing.

When the doors finally open, I step out and lead her down the hallway, but instead of turning toward my office, I push open the door to the stairwell.

Annie stops short. “Oh, come on.”

I glance over my shoulder. “What?”

She glares. “I wore heels, Wagner.”

I smirk. “It’s just one more flight up.”

She lets out a dramatic sigh but follows. “If I trip and die, I’m haunting you.”

“Noted.”

I push open the final door, stepping out onto the rooftop.

The city stretches out before us, the skyline glowing against the night sky. The air is cool, a gentle breeze drifting through, but the real surprise is set up in the middle of the rooftop.

A large screen stands against the backdrop of the city, ready to play a movie.

In front of it is a comfortable setup—a low, cushioned couch piled with pillows and blankets, making it look more inviting than anything I could have planned. To the side, a table filled with an assortment of bite-sized hors d’oeuvres and desserts sits waiting.

I glance at Annie, watching as she takes it all in.

Her lips part slightly, her eyes wide with surprise. “You had all this planned?”

I clear my throat, shoving my hands in my pockets. “Not exactly.”

She turns to me, incredulous. “What do you mean? Do you just always have this set up on the roof? Just in case?”

I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. “No. I had help.”

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