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

Chapter 20

Felicity makes a beeline for his room with her overnight bag, eyeing us weirdly, but he makes no attempt to follow. As she disappears his expression changes back to full blown frown mode.

“Who was it?” serious, no-nonsense boss tone.

Ughhhh!

I should have known better … He’s hard to palm off even on a good day.

God dammit, Jake.

I turn away breezily, I know he won’t let up … he’ll cancel dinner and stay here if I say nothing. There’s no point being evasive when he has that look on his face, so I resign myself to caving.

“My sperm donor.” I wave an airy hand as though I’m saying something non-important, but I can already feel the tension in my face. I’m glad I’m looking toward the open door of my room away from him and pull out my cell to cradle in the charging dock on the table beside it.

“Your father?” he sounds surprised.

You and me both.

“Yep.” I look around quickly for a distraction, so I don’t need to turn and look at him. I spot his personal tablet on the table nearby and lift it to scroll iTunes, to turn on music. It’s the best I can muster when he’s moved so close.

“You’ve never mentioned a father.” His tone is serious and gentle, body a little too close for comfort.

“I don’t have need to. There’s nothing to mention … I don’t know him.”

“So, why is he calling? It didn’t sound like nothing, Emma. You definitely didn’t sound happy.” He’s moved closer to me, invaded by his body heat emanating against my spine. So close he is touching me.

my life and it was brief. I don’t know why he’s

the paper about the “feed the homeless” charity she runs but he’d been disappointed to find that she was as penniless as the charity itself. Sadly sure, that she would be swathed in dollars, and able to help him out with a few hundred to tide him by. Here he is now, after I have been photographed more than a dozen times in the presence of

I’m loaded

standing so close to me that I’m tickled by his breath against my hair. I move away quickly,

I really am itching to get in that power shower and let my hair down,” I flutter sweetly, moving further from him to give myself some much-needed distance, and finally managing to look at him. His look darkens, and

frown on his brow lets up as though

he winks and there it is, back in full swing, that cheeky Carrero grin and amusement

for such suggestions, boss!” I

fingers twitching at me as though making threats. I swat him

hate feeling vulnerable in front of anyone, especially him. I need to be

never shy,

my room so that I almost

the suite to his own

hope he won’t, I don’t want to talk about this, not with him, not with

him walk into the room with Felicity before I shut my door quickly. Leaning back against it for a

he

emotion caught in my throat and shake it off. I won’t succumb to tears over that scum bag, he deserves

* * *

shower is hot, steamy, and satisfying. I come out flushed and breathless and figure I maybe should have gone easy on the temperature gauge. My head’s swimming a little, and I’m still

able to chill out and have some alone time though. I mulled over the call enough in the shower and

goddamn sob story. She

see what he can get out of me. I push the bile down in my throat bitterly as I

a prick. A money grabbing

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