Page 5 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

“If I can’t spoil my youngest, what is the point of having all this money?” he’d asked, but my mom had given him the look, which meant they would talk about it later. When my parents talked about things away from my brother and me, it usually ended with my mom telling my dad what to do in private so he didn’t feel like she undermined his authority.

“I have to get going,” I said, finishing my toast. I got up and hugged my dad. “Have fun with Charlie.”

“Have a good day, sweetheart,” my dad said and turned back to his paper before I left the room.

At seven-fifteen, I walked through the doors of Starbucks and ordered a Macchiato. By seven-twenty, I was walking toward the Berry Software building. It was a tall, gleaming building, proud and upright between the other buildings of the city. I had been past the building a few times, and I had visited it with my dad once or twice when I was younger, but it was on my radar now.

The lobby was sleek and professional, with marble floors, glass doors and partitions, and a woman behind the reception desk. She had blood-red lips and blood-red nails and smiled at me with vacant eyes.

“I’m here to see Mr. Rodney Jones,” I said.

She looked down at her books. I noticed Rodney waiting for an elevator.

“Never mind,” I said and walked toward him. The elevator doors slid open, and he stepped in. I followed, slipping in a moment before the doors closed.

“Morning, Rodney,” I said with a smile.

He looked at me, surprise flickering across his features.

“Danielle.” He looked at his wrist watch. “You’re early. It’s a great start for your first day. Well done.”

I nodded. I had made a point of arriving before eight.

Rodney’s eyes slid down my body like a physical touch, and I shivered. I shouldn’t think about him that way, I told myself for what felt like the hundredth time.

“You are dressed the part as well,” he added.

“Is this all right?” I asked, twisting around a little, drawing more attention to my body than he was already giving me. “I wasn’t sure.”

“It’s perfectly fine,” Rodney said. His eyes smiled at me. I had no idea what he was thinking. I hoped he thought I looked as good in my clothes as he looked in his.

Rodney wore a dark gray suit that was tailor made, fitting his body like a glove. He had on a sky-blue tie that matched his eyes. The elevator was small, and I was aware of how close we stood to each other. I was hot and bothered, and I wondered if he felt the same. When I glanced at him, his face was serious, with no proof that he was aware of me like I was of him.

Maybe it was just as well. I shouldn’t have been thinking about him this way. I shouldn’t have found him sexually attractive. He was my dad’s best friend, and now, he was my boss.

On the fourth floor, the elevator doors opened, and someone stepped in. Rodney and I shuffled closer to each other to make a space, and his arm brushed against mine. God, I wanted more of him to touch more of me.

The atmosphere in the elevator became thicker, making it harder to breathe, and I could only describe it as one thing: desire. But I was sure it was one-sided.

When our extra passenger stepped out, letting us climb the last few floors alone, Rodney moved away from me again. When I glanced at him, he was solemn and serious, but we stood so close to each other a sigh would push us together.

The doors opened, and Rodney gestured for me to walk out first; ever the gentleman. I pushed away the desire and the lust that was building inside me. I was nervous. It was my first day. Nothing would come of it. I had to keep reminding myself of that.

Rodney showed me around, explaining the tasks to me himself. I had half-expected him to hand me off to someone else that would do the talking. I was thrilled that he was taking me around. He introduced me to a few people. Everyone seemed very busy, impatient to get back to work after they were introduced to me.

My station excited me the most. It was in Rodney’s office. His office had been divided with a glass partition and blinds. My desk was on the smaller side of the partition with a phone that connected directly to his. I assumed he closed those blinds when he needed privacy, but the two of us were blocked off from the rest of the office by a door that shut without transparent windows and walls. It was just as I had imagined, being shut in with Rodney, alone, for hours.

Of course, the partition was there.

Rodney explained the phone to me and handed me his schedule and day planner.

“I want you to memorize this,” he said. “I’m going to need you to give me answers about dates at any moment. I don’t want you fumbling around looking for the answers.”

I nodded. He was hot when he was so demanding. When he spoke, I was mesmerized by his mouth. I had to be careful not to stare.

“Do you have any questions?” Rodney asked when he covered it all.

I shook my head. “Not yet. It seems easy enough. When I get stuck, I’ll ask someone. Tracy seemed nice.”

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