He’s a billionaire CEO. I’m a receptionist turned unintentional nanny.
Neither of us is ready for our triplet surprise.

See that devastating man in the corner office?
The one with the piercing green eyes and don’t-even-think-about-it attitude?

Yeah, baby, that’s Cole Wagner, domineering movie mogul extraordinaire—and my new boss.
When his son’s nanny quits without warning, guess who he commands to step in.

Yep. Me. Annie Fox. His naïve and inexperienced young receptionist who knows nothing about kids—or life.
Talk about being thrown in the deep end.

Little Robbie? Adorable. His father? A walking torment in a thousand-dollar suit, still grieving for the wife who died in childbirth and keeping everyone at arm’s length—even his own son.

Then… that night… that first night… when he took my v-card… his hands and lips were everywhere. It was raw, it was electric, and I realized I had fallen in love with this enigmatic man.

Now I have not one, not two, but three little humans growing inside me.

So, Cole? Time for your biggest production yet: One nanny, three babies, and a love story you never saw coming.

Roll credits.