The Billionaire's Triplets (A Steamy Contemporary Romance Novel) (19 page)

Chapter Two

“Bali? Are you kidding? A
free
trip to Bali for Kash’s wedding? Ugh. Why do all the good things happen to you, Ollie? Just shoot me. Please!” Jessamine whined as she flopped on her bed dramatically.

Olive rolled her eyes when Jessamine used Kallie Wayy-Singer and Ash Grace’s celebrity “mash-up” name. Personally, she hated that name, and thought that particular mash-up didn’t give enough credit to Kallie, who wasn’t just an actress—she was a humanitarian who made multiple trips to Africa every year to assist in hospitals that treated infants infected with HIV. Olive wouldn’t admit it to anyone but Jess, but she was actually excited to meet Kallie. And she didn’t get jazzed about celebrities all that often.

She hadn’t been sure about telling Jessamine about the trip at all. Olive knew her best friend would go insane and give her grief about rubbing elbows with celebrities at an A-list wedding. Jess had lived in LA for eight years since she moved there from Croatia, and had been trying desperately to break into the business, to no avail. As talented and funny and beautiful as Jessamine was, getting noticed in Hollywood seemed to be more about luck than anything, and Jess just hadn’t gotten her break yet. Olive had done everything she could to help her best friend, including slipping her headshot into casting-sessions portfolios when no one was looking, but it just hadn’t happened. And now Jess was pouting on her bed, cursing her terrible luck that
she
didn’t get to go to Bali too.

The truth was, Olive would have happily handed the trip off to Jessamine if she could have gotten away with it. Olive loved directing, and she loved being a part of the filmmaking process. But the schmoozing portion of the business didn’t come easy to her. At the end of the day, she was hoping to forge a career as an eccentric director who did her job well, but left the parties and red carpets to people more outgoing than her. This wedding was the culmination of her greatest dream and worst nightmare: a chance to make strides in her future in Hollywood, but being forced to sell the movie to an actor voted Sexiest Man Alive by
People
magazine the year before.

“So what exactly do you need to borrow? If Agatha is sending a designer wardrobe to your apartment, what could you possibly need from me?” Jessamine asked as she crossed her eyes and stuck out her lip at the word “designer.”

“Well, first of all, I have no idea how much Agatha ordered for me. But I assume it’s probably just cocktail dresses and the like. I don’t know what I am supposed to wear during the day for something like this. But I suspect my usual uniform of jeans and t-shirts won’t be appropriate.”

Jessamine snorted with laughter as she propelled herself from her bed and launched into her overstuffed closet. Olive had spent many a happy hour making fun of her best friend for the disaster that was her closet, but right now she was grateful for the obscene amount of clothing Jessamine had stuffed into her walk-up’s tiny storage space. As Olive watched on in horror, dresses, shorts, bathing suits, tank tops, and skirts started flying out of the closet and landing at her feet. She hesitantly picked up a pair of khaki shorts and chuckled derisively as she held them up to her hips.

“Jessamine… None of this is going to fit me. You’re what? A size two? I’m…  not. Don’t you have anything that isn’t made for a Barbie doll?”

Jess poked her head out of the closet and scowled. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re not that much bigger than me. And anyway, I have some slouchy sundresses and skirts that will work. And I’m sure that Agatha sent over some resort wear. She knows you well enough to know you probably don’t have a wardrobe built for this kind of thing.”

Olive dug through the clothes at her feet and sighed.

“I hope she sends shoes too, because all I have are my sneakers and the boots I wear when I have to get remotely dressed up for a meeting.”

Jessamine began stacking clothing options in a pile with a determined look on her face, but Olive knew the expression wasn’t related to the clothes.

“What’s on your mind, Jess? You only risk those kind of forehead wrinkles when you need a favor,” Olive said with a smile as she started stealing makeup.

“Well… I know you’ve got a lot on your mind. But if Agatha is already starting to cast for
The Euphoria of Underground Caverns
, is there any chance you can get me in for an audition? For anything? I mean it, Ollie. Literally, anything.”

Olive and Jessamine had been having this conversation since she started working for Agatha, and she felt terrible that she hadn’t been able to get her in to film yet. She didn’t really know what to say, but then she looked at her phone and realized she didn’t have time to say anything.

“Shit. Jess, I have to get back to my place to meet the delivery guy. I’m so sorry. We’ll talk about this when I get back, OK? And I promise I will see what I can do.”

Jessamine started jamming clothes and makeup into a duffel bag, gave Olive a tight hug, and walked her to the door.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, girl! But then again, you’ll be on a tropical island with handsome actors. So maybe just… do what you would do,” Jessamine said with a laugh as she shoved Olive out the front door.

As Olive hustled to her car, she couldn’t help but worry about what the next few days were going to bring. Everything about this trip was so far outside her comfort zone, she felt like she wasn’t just going on vacation…

She was going to change her life.

Chapter Three

When Olive got home, she barely had time to even look at the dresses that Agatha had sent over. She just condensed them all into the same garment bag, shoved everything else into a suitcase, then tried to get to sleep in time to be vaguely well rested when the car came to get her at three thirty a.m. But of course, that didn’t happen. Instead, Olive lay on her bed, staring at her clock for hours, waiting for the alarm to go off. Most nights she could barely keep her eyes open long enough to watch an entire hour-long drama. But when she had something important to do? Sleeping was impossible.

Rather than lay in bed with her eyes open, Olive crawled out from under the covers at three a.m. and finished her packing. She dreaded the upcoming travel. Olive hated flying in general. This trip was going to be hellish, she knew it. Trapped in planes, airports, cabs and shuttles for almost thirty hours before arriving at the final destination – that was hard enough to comprehend. But, having to do it all while wearing the dress Jessamine made her promise she’d wear – that was beyond awful.
That reality was beyond awful. So instead of slipping on the sundress and sweater Jess had given her, Olive put on a pair of comfortable jeans, an oversized sweater, and her sneakers. If she was going to be stuck on a plane for a full day of travel, looking like a starlet was the least of her worries.

At three thirty a.m. on the dot, Olive’s phone beeped with a text message from the driver, letting her know he was downstairs. With an exhausted sigh, she grabbed all of her bags and hustled down to the car, shocked to find it was a limo. A tall, fastidiously dressed man in a suit nodded her way and rushed to take her things.

“Miss Hunter, good morning. My name is Charles. I’ll be taking you to the airport. Is there anything you need before we get underway?”

Olive laughed softly. “Coffee and courage. But realistically, I can manage until we get to LAX.”

Charles closed the trunk softly, so as not to disturb Olive’s neighbors, then hung her garment bag up in the back of the limo. “Well, I’m not sure what I can do about the courage, miss, but there is a large hot chocolate with two shots of espresso waiting for you in the back. Miss Bellemare said it was your drink of choice, and I figured you would need a boost this early in the day.”

Olive had to stop herself from rushing over and hugging Charles.

“Thank you so much. That is amazing. How long will it take us to get to LAX at this hour?”

Charles helped Olive into the car, then jumped into the driver’s seat and rolled down the partition. “I’m afraid the highways aren’t significantly less hectic going that way, even in the middle of the night. But if you’d like to close your eyes for a bit, you have plenty of time for a catnap.”

Olive didn’t want to be rude, but now that she was safely ensconced in the limo and on her way to the airport, exhaustion seemed to wash over her in one hell of a hurry.

“I just may do that, Charles. Thank you.”

The last thing Olive heard before she drifted off to sleep was the gentle hum of Ella Fitzgerald from the radio, and the sound of the blinker as the limo turned on to the Pacific Coast Highway, bound for the airport.

* * *

Olive didn’t wake up again until Charles pulled to a stop in front of the international terminal at LAX.

“Miss Hunter, I’m afraid you’re going to have to rush a bit. We hit traffic on the way in, and it took an extra thirty minutes. You might want to chug that latte, then run,” Charles said with a nervous smile.

This was why Olive hated travel. She was going to have to run through customs, then run all the way to her gate, and hope she still had time to actually make it to her plane. As she dove out of the back of the limo, Charles handed her the bags and pointed her toward a concierge desk.

“I called Miss Bellemare on the way in and informed her of the situation, so she upgraded you to a first-class ticket for both legs of the flight. There is a first-class concierge over here that will help get you to the gate a little quicker. But there is some sort of crowd assembled over there, so I suggest you hurry!”

Olive glanced in the direction that Charles was pointing, and saw a throng of paparazzi swarming around the next entrance down from where they were parked. “Ugh, there must be a celebrity here. I hope they’re not on my flight.”

Charles laughed as he ushered Olive over to the first-class concierge. “If you’re that averse to the jet-setting crowd, you’re going to have an interesting time at this event, my dear.”

Before Olive had a chance to thank Charles for everything, he was back in the limo and speeding away, while the concierge rushed to check her in.

“What gate do I need to get to? And how long do I have to wait in customs? My flight is already boarding,” Olive said nervously as she tried to balance her garment bag on her arm. The concierge didn’t say anything at first, but then he looked up at Olive with a giant smile that made her a little nervous.

“I will get you to your gate faster than a jiff, Miss Hunter. You’re pre-checked for boarding, and you don’t need to drop your bags. The flight attendants can store them in the main cabin. And there is a special section in customs where we can hurry you through. Once you’re on board, you can go right back to sleep! It will be thirteen hours and fifty-five minutes, wheels up to wheels down,” the concierge yelled behind him as Olive chased after him to a small golf cart.

As they sped through the airport, practically running people over on their way through security and customs, Olive felt her head spinning, and she thought she might be sick. Between lack of sleep, nerves, and anticipation, Olive thought there was a serious chance she was going to pass out before they even made it to the gate. The concierge was chattering away about what a great time she’d have in Bali, but all Olive could do was hold on to the sides of her seat and try to stay upright as he sped around crowds of passengers.

When they finally got to the gate, Olive handed the concierge a ten-dollar bill, stumbled off the little cart, and fumbled her way over to the check-in counter. Based on the way the attendant at the gate was looking at her, she had a feeling she looked like she was about to puke. The attendant took Olive’s passport, then tried to smile sunnily at her.

“You’re just in time for final boarding, Miss Hunter. And with the flight upgrade, you’re going to have a very comfortable journey. Now, when you arrive in Tokyo, there will be someone waiting for you outside the gate to help you get to your connection to Changi.  Go ahead and board, and you will be in suite 3C.”

Olive, already tired from barely sleeping the night before, was reminded that the first leg of her marathon trip would take her to Tokyo, Japan. She felt a rush of relief, knowing there’d be someone there to help her. She could see herself missing her connection and thus the wedding and never having a chance to approach Beckett Blackthorn about the role. Agatha would fire her for sure, and probably make her earn her own airfare back to the states. She was wondering how hard it would be to get a work-visa in Japan, when it suddenly hit her what the attendant had just said.

She spun back around and called back for her attendant’s attention. “Excuse me, you said suite? What do you mean, suite?”

“Oh! You’ll see when you get on the aircraft. Melody will meet you at the first-class cabin to get you settled…” she said, but it was clear she had something else to say, so Olive stared at her, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

“Is there something else you need from me?” Olive asked, feeling like she was going to fall asleep standing up.

“Well, I shouldn’t be saying anything,” the attendant said as she wiggled her eyebrows, “but did you see Beckett Blackthorn when you were coming in? I heard he was outside, and might be on this flight. I have a little bit of a crush on him.”

Olive tried not to roll her eyes, but she really wanted to. She was used to people trying to use her as a catalyst to celebrity meetings once they discovered where she worked, but now a flight attendant was pestering her for information she didn’t have.

“I saw paparazzi outside, but I didn’t see who they were after. So your guess is as good as mine,” Olive said as she inched her way to the door. The flight attendant pushed out a pout, and then handed Olive back her passport. In an attempt to avoid any more conversation, she slipped on her sunglasses and rushed toward the plane with a wave over her shoulder. If Beckett Blackthorn
was
on the plane, Agatha would be pissed that she showed up wearing jeans and sneakers. The best thing she could do at this point was keep her head down and hope no one noticed her on the plane, and then recognized her at the wedding.

The single time Olive had flown in her life, it had been in coach, and the plane was completely packed. But when she walked onto the plane that would be flying her to Tokyo, the first and longest leg of her trip to Bali, her jaw dropped almost to the floor. It was a two-story plane, and the entire upper floor was reserved for first-class passengers. As soon as she stepped on board and showed a flight attendant her ticket, another woman named Melody came rushing over to her and took her bags.

“Ah, you must be Miss Hunter! The concierge called ahead and said we’d need to store your bags on board. Let me take these for you, and follow me upstairs to the first-class cabin. Would you like to get some sleep right away?” she asked in a singsong voice.

Olive was completely overwhelmed by all of the attention. “I mean… yes. I’m really tired. But you don’t have to worry about me. I can just grab a pillow and crash out.”

Melody giggled, and Olive was stunned by her ability to be so perky that early in the morning. “No, no, dear. If you’d rather get some sleep, I’ll need to set up your suite to accommodate you!”

“I’m sorry, can you please explain what you mean by suite? This is all a little… new to me.”

Melody gestured for Olive to follow her into the cabin, and when they got to the main passenger area, Olive was blown away yet again. Many passengers were already fast asleep on beds that were partitioned off into individual sections, with fluffy comforters, down pillows, and personal televisions that even had remotes. Olive had never seen anything like it.

“You have a window seat in row three. I’ll go ahead and pull out your bed while you get comfortable. And then when you wake up, we can convert it back into a seat and get you set up with some food! Is there anything I can get for you in the meantime? Something to help you sleep?”

Olive almost dropped her backpack. “Help me sleep?” she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “Why? What do you have?”

“Oh, it’s nothing like that, dear! But I’d be happy to get you a glass of champagne, or some Tylenol PM if you need some help drifting off,” Melody said with a wink as she began setting up the bed. Olive accepted the Tylenol PM gratefully, fearful that she wouldn’t be able to sleep on a plane, despite the luxurious setting. It only took Melody minutes to get the bed ready for Olive, and she happily collapsed in it, glass of champagne in one hand and tiny blue pills in the other.

Olive didn’t even remember the plane taking off, because she was curled up under the warmth of the blankets and asleep before the wheels even left the ground. She also never noticed the man in the seat next to her, the man with classic movie star good looks, a mischievous smile, and chocolate brown eyes that stayed on Olive the whole time she was asleep…
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