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.

right here,” I slur, I can hear it now and it amuses me even more.

I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at

have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows.

to a bed?” he can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he is finding me entertaining this

smile. No!

That was almost

I drink so much

eyes, maybe I’ll hear something soothing like the ocean, like I’m on

the sperm donor and all those tidal waves of emotions

me, hoists me up effortlessly as though I weigh nothing. I’m too drunk to fight, or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby towards my room. Freaky Lisa comes to mind, and I

I feel amazing; why can’t

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 their kids in infancy. Pricks who only see dollar signs instead of the damage they have

He fusses, struggling to hold

my writhing body on my own bare

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

He talks too much.

a laugh, and it sounds good; looks even better. I like Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could listen to his

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

I guess he can be when he looks like that. God, that makes me feel sad. Why does he have to be

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

him. I always liked sparkly things as a child; I want to play with it. It looks like my cell and it’s all lit up and memorizing, I’m like a magpie to a pretty sparkle and detour to bypass

me, his upper body tilted back so he can look down at me. It’s hard to walk in

talking about?” I turn back at him confused, my head slightly spinning and I’ve no idea what he said. I glance back at

yourself a one women party on the floor, without me?” he’s still smiling and regarding me

makes me sigh and go all warm and

splayed palms. His lips are soft and tickly under my hands. If I cut off the sexy voice, and adorable smile that goes with the cute look, then I can

around, seeing the cell again and I remember who