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

“Emma?” his deep tone catches my attention.

“Jake.” I smile, opening my eyes again in a fluttery devilish way.

Oops, busted. He found me.

“Emma are you drunk?” his voice sounds husky with amusement and I laugh in answer as he moves toward me, stands over me looking down.

Oh boy, is it a breathtaking view!

His tie is off and draped casually round his shoulders, his white shirt open at the collar, his jacket discarded somewhere already.

Why did I never notice just how fuckable my boss is?

I hiccup, and it feels funny in my throat, sounds so weird to me that it makes me giggle again.

I like being drunk, I’m lighter and more fun; it makes me think Jake is sex worthy and that’s pretty hilarious. I don’t find men a turn on at all, so that’s even funnier … Well, except Jake! He’s the exception to the rule in that everything he does is panty warming and alluring, even standing staring at me as he is now.

I’m hit with a strange sound. It’s me. I’m laughing; I guess I find myself amusing and I sound so detached and not here.

I must be really drunk.

“Emma, I think you better get in bed. Come on.” He leans down to catch my hand from across my stomach, but I leave it floppy and weighted, so he gets nowhere pulling at it.

I don’t want to hold hands today, Carrero. You’re looking a tad too Casanova tonight.

When he picks it up again, he tugs, but I refuse to cooperate. Deliberately going limp and weighing myself down.

Nope, I’m not going to hold hands with my hot boss while he’s swooning around looking all sexy on me.

I giggle again. Too heavy and too comfy to move. I want to sleep on my fluffy floor. It’s nice here. It feels good.

sssstay right here,” I slur, I can hear it now and it amuses me even more. I’ve never heard myself slur before, never allowed myself to drink to the point of

a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb as it waves above me. Everything

and I have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows. They are

rug to a bed?” he can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he

has a beautiful smile. No! A

hmmmm.” That was almost an answer, I

did I drink so much

If I close my eyes, maybe I’ll hear something soothing like the

those tidal waves of emotions I was trying to

too drunk to fight, or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby towards my room. Freaky Lisa

feel amazing; why can’t

to bed.” I sound petulant, like a child, and start struggling. If I go to bed, I’ll stop feeling this way. I may lose this warm feeling and blank mind euphoria; I may start fixating on shitty fathers who abandon

He fusses, struggling

puts my writhing body on my own bare feet outside my

then have the overwhelming urge to “Shhh” him. Which I do with a grand

He talks too much.

uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could listen to

I know it’s not a real frown, it’s an, “I think you’re

looks like that. God, that makes me

his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to eradicate the object of my sadness and the

there’s a shiny sparkly thing on the table behind him. I always liked sparkly things as a child; I want to play with it. It looks like my cell and it’s

to pull me back to him as I attempt a grab at the object of my interest on the unit. His arms loosely around me, his upper body tilted back so he can look down at me. It’s hard to walk in a straight line and harder to control my limbs when

what he said. I glance back at sparkly and

plastered. You just decided to have yourself a one women party on the floor, without me?” he’s still smiling and regarding me

smile … It makes me sigh and go all warm

this time it’s his mouth I cover with splayed palms. His lips are soft and tickly under my hands. If I cut off the sexy voice, and adorable smile that goes with

cell again and I remember who