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

“Why I don’t get along with him? … Most women pry … They want the juicy details.” A hint of a smile in his voice, a gross generalization of my sex. I curb the urge to eye roll at him.

“No. It’s not my business.” I answer tightly; I’m not most women and I wish he would shut up. It’s a relief when we pull up in front of my building and I glimpse my chance of escape for a few minutes.

“This is me.” I point up at the block of attractive brown apartments rising above us; he regards me for a second then gestures I should go and I almost exhale with thanks.

“I’ll wait here, go get changed … Something feminine and soft … Something you wouldn’t normally wear.” He gives me an odd look, hiding his amusement and I have the sudden urge to throat punch him.

Something feminine? Really? I’m pretty sure any clothes made predominantly for women are classed as feminine!

Once in my apartment, I go straight to Sarah’s room. She’s still sound asleep in bed, so I quietly pull two dresses from the back of her closet with a grimace. This doesn’t sit well with me, but I pick the floral floaty number my mother would approve of. It’s not as short as the other one and I know she has shoes that match this. I go to my room so as not to disturb her and change quickly, despairing at my reflection with a curse and return to the SUV looking like some floaty hippy girl in love, in less than ten minutes.

“Better,” he says, his eyes appraising me quickly as I slide in. I ignore it. Dressed like this I feel exposed; I need my armor … my tailoring and hair to keep my PA persona with me. Dressed like this I’m like teen Emma and it scares me, takes away my defenses. I don’t like to be unprepared.

The car moves off again and I sit back trying to relax. It’s hard to do when every one of your nerve endings is on high alert. My legs are exposed a lot in this floaty dress, and I pull them in tightly against the seat, pulling the hem toward my knees sharply.

“Why all the secrecy?” I ask in attempt to interrupt the way he’s watching me. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was checking my legs out. His gaze has certainly covertly swept the length of me twice since I returned.

“His father, much like mine, owns a majority share of his business. Family money. If either gets wind of what we’re meeting about then they would oppose this before I can get things in place. Once I maneuver this a certain way, they will be unable to refuse.” He sits back, turning to stare ahead, instead of at me, thankfully. Finally, no longer pinned down by those green eyes.

“So, you’re going behind your father’s back?” I blanche, blinking at him as though I have no real sense of this.

“For now. He would refuse to even consider it.” He shrugs and starts pushing at something with the toe of his boot on the door. An odd mannerism for who he is.

“Why?”

good for business.” He moves closer to me, abandoning whatever he was kicking at. Almost a

father hates, is a good business move?” I sit back in my seat trying to keep the distance, trying not to inhale that aftershave

shrugs

merging with?”

our experience and build floating hotels and spas bearing the Carrero name. Modern conveniences with luxury fitness amenities

“Like cruise ships?”

lot

be a success?” I’m intrigued by

for this venture to be plausible. Their reputation of late has suffered. They had a few multibillion-dollar disasters. They get our

only too well the rich clients of Carrero

outline my plan … How I’m going to maneuver my father to agree to the terms. He could dissolve the

there, Mr. Carrero?” Best to know my part and be prepared so I can

need you to look adoring if we see any lingering photographers. There may be press hanging around. Daniel’s going through a bit of a media scandal … Caught screwing someone of importance and then she dumped him publicly. Then, when we’re inside, I need you to keep detailed notes of what’s discussed so I

what looking adoring entails.

to follow my lead, Emma, and don’t get too insulted if I need to touch you.” He throws

I flinch at the tone of my own voice betraying me. My

signed up

date remember … I may need to hold your hand, or it might look weird … When I take women out, they’re usually

Of course, they are.

me uptight. I want

up for the cameras; nowhere did I sign up