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

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.

okay … I’ve met him once in my life and it was brief. I don’t know

struck gold. A simple picture in 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

I’m loaded and dating

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

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 he presses his

frown on his brow lets up as though the thoughts have floated away on the breeze. He doesn’t want to

hair down?” he winks and there it is, back in full

pretty sure I could sue you for such suggestions, boss!” I throw with

grins as he moves 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 need. Not that

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

never shy,

room so that I almost lose my balance and he laughs at my angry scowl. Turns on his heel and walks

the suite to his own room and I’m relieved. I fooled him well enough; they’ll go to dinner now and he probably won’t remember anything

this, not with him, not with anyone. I want

my door quickly. Leaning back against it for a moment

he was,

of emotion caught in my throat and shake it off. I won’t succumb to tears over that

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breathless and figure I maybe should have gone easy on the temperature gauge. My head’s swimming a little, and I’m still feeling

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 mulled over the call enough in the shower and I’m tired

goddamn sob story. She needs to

I’ve hit a goldmine and wants to see what he can get out of me. I push the bile down in my throat bitterly

prick. A