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

Got over his porn star pretty quick.

Daniel takes in my appearance rather obviously.

“She’s not your usual type?” he smirks as the two men greet warmly. Eyes openly undressing me.

“She’s definitely yours though.” Jake smirks, nodding toward the disinterested bimbo, reminding him of their purpose here and Daniel grins. I instantly dislike him.

He’s tall and well built, like Jake, but he has sandy blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He’s handsome in a classic American way but something about his features make him seem shifty. Sleazy maybe.

The other girl looks bored; dark hair cascading over fake breasts, standing tall in stilettos and a short playsuit. She’s picking at her red nails as we move on, following Daniel back into the hotel.

Jake keeps hold of my hand, casting a glance back at the lenses pointed in through the glass entrance, he throws an arm around my shoulders shielding my face from view and I inwardly freeze. My lungs contract and refuse to function.

“Try to relax … You’re tense.” He smiles down at me, close enough that most would assume he kissed me lightly and I know he’s trying to give this impression. I hold my breath, suddenly assaulted with how good he smells and feels so close to me. It’s unexpectedly sensual and the intimate closeness sends me into all out-panic mode.

I react without thinking, to lift a defensive hand to his chest as my heart pounds crazily, ready to push him. I’m overwhelmed and scared. I don’t like the proximity; instinct taking over. He grasps my fingers with his free hand and holds them gently, shielding my reaction and making it look like something else entirely.

I focus on my breathing trying to block out the creeping fear running over me.

Don’t fall apart, I scold myself internally. Hold your shit together, Emma. It’s only pretend and he’s barely touching you.

“I have a room.” Daniel winks at us as though implying something is going on. I almost pass out.

“I figured I would have a use for it afterwards.” He throws a glance toward the leggy, bored, supermodel, who looks like she’s as excited for that as she is about being here. I grimace and flush at his insinuation.

throws me a smile, like it’s meant as praise, but I don’t respond, too busy trying to calm my pounding heart rate and

follow Daniel;

breakfast menu … I know you like to eat, Jakey boy.”

sure Emma needs to

quiet while recovering. I hadn’t had time to eat this morning, but

room, I feel stupidly disconcerted. It’s knocked me for six. Jake’s hands on me have left permanent heat where he laid

stop over thinking

Chapter 5

breakfast buffet; the business merger sounds promising and I take key point notes on things he will want to recap. I listen intently to them thrash through proposals and possibilities with enthusiasm and can see that these men are genuine friends. They have

legged that Daniel Hunter has not concealed his open appraisal of me, his eyes following my legs and arms intrusively as Jake outlines some points of business. He makes my skin crawl and I’m doing

and am intrigued with the differences between them. The friendship seems genuine, but

the low coffee table, he’s sitting low down in the armchair like an adolescent with his forearms resting on the arms of the chair. His head nuzzled in the cushioned back, yet he still has an air of capability and command; he’s just so at ease and still. I guess he’s always

is more hyperactive and fidgety. Sitting straight up on the couch and leaning forward away from the back. He moves a lot when he talks and behaves over energetically when his interest is peaked. I wonder if he’s a firm member of the “Charlie” culture among the rich and famous. Cocaine use is common; I’ve seen a lot of it in the ladies’ bathrooms at the Carrero glitzy

at his jeans waistband and it takes all my strength not to inhale sharply. I’m beyond mortified at my own reaction but hide it

abdomen is worth an

finer points, Daniel and we’ll meet again. Next time more formally to discuss this further.” He shakes Daniel’s hand and they hug in

your fathers in

a drinking

ask?” Jake jokes

you need your wing man to help you pick up on the pretties. You’re pretty

like your pretty boy smile and fat wallet, Princess.” Jake pinches his cheek and is rewarded with Daniel’s middle finger. The