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.

me even more. I’ve never heard myself slur before, never allowed myself to drink to the point of

I’m trying to make a point, fascinated

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

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

beautiful smile. No! A

was almost

did I

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

sperm donor and all those tidal waves of emotions I

nothing. I’m too drunk to fight, or squeal, and I’m being carried like a baby

amazing; why can’t I always feel

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 their kids in

hold still.” He fusses, struggling to hold

body on my own bare feet outside my door before he drops me, but upright isn’t good. It

him. Which I do with a grand

He talks too much.

even better. I like Jake’s laugh, it’s so free and boyish, uncomplicated and deep. Like him. I could

frowns at me, but I know it’s not a real frown, it’s

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

at me some more, moving close; I guess my sad face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my

child; I want to play with it. It looks like my cell and it’s

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

and I’ve no idea what he said. I glance

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

smile … It makes me sigh and go all warm

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 the cute look, then I can forget how

look around, seeing the cell again and