The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Chapter 10

Crap.

I’m to do this while being stripped of all that makes me comfortable and confident.

“I see.” My insides turn icy cold and my face numbs.

“All you need to do is smile and look adoringly at me until we get into the suite where Daniel is staying.” Jake shrugs with one shoulder. He really sees no issue at all.

Yes, I’m sure that’s going to be easy.

“When are you leaving?” Margo presses, turning his hazy green eyes away from the scrutinizing he is doing over me.

“Now, if she needs to go home first … Where do you stay, Emma?” his eyes are back on mine, once again making me uneasy as he scans my attire.

I tell him where in West Sunnyside and he nods before moving off to call his driver. I hear him telling him to meet us at the rear of the underground parking garage as I try to pull myself back together.

“Take a notepad and pen in a handbag, anything else will look odd … It’s a preliminary meeting to thrash out the proposal, so take notes.” Margo soothes my nerves with a warm smile. Bringing my attention to her.

“Yes, Margo.” I answer blankly, head reeling with all of this and feeling overwhelmed suddenly.

“Emma?” She halts me with a gentle hand on my arm.

“Yes?” I pause at her sudden intense look.

“Try to relax around Jake … He’s actually very easy to hang out with.” She grins, but it does nothing to remove the tension building up inside of me.

I don’t want to hang out, I want to do my job.

* * *

Less than twenty minutes later, I’m in the back of a large SUV with tinted windows and I’m sitting mere inches away from him. My briefcase on my lap and a pen in one hand. I’m preoccupied, mulling over the weirdness of this request.

“That habit is at odds with how you present yourself, you know?”

I look up at his remark questioningly. The way he is regarding me, and half-smirking my way.

hell is he talking

my fingers, absent-mindedly twisting it. I drop it and still my

For god’s sake …

unprepared, it

Nice move, Emma.

peeking at me from the

presses

Mr.

spent many years perfecting the art of hiding it and for some reason, you bring it out in

his seat comfortably, an arm

not say that, Mr.

What would I say?

does make me nervous, if I’m being honest. I

you?” his tone is steady and quizzical, a hint of playful and

we really

at ease around you yet,”

any woman has ever told me I’m intimidating before.”

don’t believe I actually

“You didn’t say no.”

said.” I smile tightly, but he laughs that only

a foot against the door so he can lounge some more, and I throw him a cool yet

that supposed to mean? Because I don’t throw

… Make their intentions clear, or just quiz the crap out of me.” He shrugs, un-phased by the statement he made and oblivious to how

you, Mr. Carrero?” I ask pointedly. I already assumed this was the case, the fact he expects it is a little

He grins at my honesty, watching me closely still, his body turned toward me

be nice.” I look out at the passing scenery, completely uncomfortable with the direction of this conversation, finding him

block to my apartment and I can get a

me again and I try to ignore it, hating that his laugh is still

him a shady

you are. Must be so hard to have been born with a silver spoon in your mouth, and no real problems in life, except how sexy your outfit is that

way?” he says in afterthought, turning his gaze back on me once

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