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.

… I’ve met him once in my life and it

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

I’m loaded and dating

breath against my

sweetly, moving further from him to give myself some much-needed distance, and finally managing to look at

brow lets up as though the thoughts have floated

to help take your hair down?” he winks and there it is, back in full swing, that cheeky Carrero grin and amusement in his eye. I

pretty sure I could sue you for

close to me again, fingers twitching at me as though making threats. I swat him away, he’s not against threats of tickle torture in times of

vulnerable in

never shy,

steps forward quickly and shoves me into my room so that I almost lose my balance and he laughs at

to his own room and I’m relieved. I fooled him well enough; they’ll go to dinner now and he probably

don’t want to talk about this, not with him, not

into the room with Felicity before I shut my door quickly. Leaning back against it for a moment to steady

he think he was, calling me after

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

* * *

out flushed and breathless and figure I maybe should have gone easy on the

had been in the shower an hour and they must have left for dinner. It feels good to be able to chill out and have some alone time though. I

sucker for a goddamn sob story. She

what he can get out

prick. A

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