Page 10 of Triplet Babies for the Billionaire
His eyes flicker with recognition, and for a moment, the room feels too small.
Too tight.
“Blossom,” he says, his voice smooth and neutral. I force myself to smile. “What a coincidence.”
“Well, uh, it’s nice to see you again,” I say, struggling to keep my voice even.Nice?What the hell? “I didn’t know...I didn’t expect this.”
He stands up slowly, adjusting his cufflinks, like he’s suddenly in full boss mode. “Neither did I, but here we are,” he replies with a tight smile. “Look, I’m going to be training you today. The manager’s out handling something, so you’ll be working with me.”
Oh. Great.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat. This is my first day, and he’s the one training me? The guy who I’ve been obsessivelythinking about for the last month? The guy I—no, I can’t go there. Not now.
“Sure,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’m ready.”
The tension between us is palpable, but we both do our best to keep things professional. He leads me into the bar area and starts explaining the job: how to stock the bar, what drinks to expect to make on a regular basis, how the staff work together.
His voice is businesslike, but every time his hand brushes near mine as he hands me something, I feel a little jolt of awareness that sends me spinning.
I keep my eyes on the task at hand, trying to ignore the fact that this is the man I spent the night with.
I need to focus.
We spend the rest of the day working together, and I’m silently freaking out the entire time. It’s hard to concentrate on the job when every time Noah is near me, my mind flashes back to that night.
The kiss, the chemistry, his hands on me.
His voice, that deep, commanding tone.
I can’t stop thinking about it.
Every time he gives me a brief instruction, I feel a rush of heat.
Every time his eyes meet mine, something twists in my chest.
We’re restocking the bar when our hands nearly touch. It’s a simple move, just passing a bottle between us, but the proximity is enough to make my heart race. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. The brief brush of his skin against mine sends an electric jolt through me.
I almost turn beet red with embarrassment or heat, who knows which, but my body is reacting all its own.
I quickly look away, fumbling with the bottles in my hands to distract myself. What is wrong with me? Why am I reacting like this?
Noah doesn’t seem to notice.
He’s calm, collected, like he’s been doing this forever.
But I can’t focus. He’s not just some regular guy anymore.
He’sNoah Hudson, the man I had a ridiculously hot night with. And now, I have to work for him.
He’s even more captivating in the light of day. And I’m losing it.
The shift finally ends, and I’m walking out of the hotel, my mind in complete chaos. I’m trying to keep it together, but the fact that Noah is my boss is making my head spin. How am I supposed to tell Amy about this? The suave guy I hooked up with is in charge of me now.
I step onto the subway, leaning against the pole near the door as the train rattles toward my stop. My hands grip the strap of my bag tightly as I try to focus on anything other than the fact that I spent a whole shift with Noah, and it was both incredibly professional and incredibly...notprofessional.
My mind races. What am I supposed to do now? Should I quit? Should I find another job? But the idea of being jobless in New York—the thought terrifies me. I can’t just throw away this opportunity because I made a mistake and slept with my boss before I even knew that he was my boss.
But how am I supposed to look him in the eye tomorrow? How do I go back to work with the man who somehow lives rent free in every part of my brain right now?
