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.

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

at the air as if I’m trying to make a point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my own limb

the urge to poke him between

can’t speak without smiling, so I guess he is finding me entertaining

beautiful smile. No!

That was

I drink

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

the sperm donor and all those tidal waves

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 wonder if this

I feel amazing; why can’t I always feel like

this warm feeling and blank

fusses, struggling

writhing body on my own bare feet outside my door before he drops

him. Which I do

He talks too much.

Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and

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

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

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 object of

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 all lit up and memorizing, I’m like a magpie to a pretty sparkle and detour to bypass

on the unit. His arms loosely around me, his upper body tilted

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

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

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

his mouth I cover with splayed palms. His lips are soft and tickly under my hands. If

cell again and I remember who