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.

and it amuses me even more.

the air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb as it waves above me. Everything feels dreamlike and warm

at me and I have the urge to poke him between

prefer the hotel rug to a bed?” he can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he is finding

has a beautiful smile. No! A

was almost an answer, I

did I drink so

eyes, maybe I’ll hear something

the sperm donor and all those tidal waves of emotions I was trying

squeal, and I’m

feel amazing; why can’t I always feel like

may lose this warm feeling and blank mind

He fusses,

my writhing body on my own bare

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

He talks too much.

better. I like Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could listen to his laugh for an eternity, it always

not a real frown, it’s an, “I think you’re a funny drunk,” frown and it

boss cute? I guess he can be when he looks like that.

it?” he frowns at me some more, moving close; I guess my sad face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to eradicate the

wave and I notice there’s a shiny sparkly thing on the table behind him. I always liked sparkly things as a child; I

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 a strong pair

he said. I glance back at

decided to have yourself a one women party on the floor, without

love Jake’s smile … It makes me sigh and go all warm

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

cell again