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.

amuses me even more. I’ve never heard myself slur before, never allowed myself to

point, fascinated at the uncoordinated motion of my

have the urge to poke him between the eyebrows. They are too even and straight

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

has a beautiful smile.

hmmmm.” That was

I drink

I close my eyes, maybe I’ll hear something

and all those tidal waves of emotions I was trying to

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 wonder if this is part

I feel amazing; why can’t I always feel

I may lose this warm feeling and blank mind euphoria; I may

hold still.” He fusses,

I shake my head and he finally stops and puts my writhing body on my own bare feet outside my door before he drops me, but upright isn’t good. It really disorientates

the overwhelming urge to “Shhh” him. Which I do with

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.

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

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

sad face is on show. I poke his dimple gently with my fingertip as if to eradicate the

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

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

I turn back at him confused, my head slightly spinning and I’ve no idea what he said. I glance back at sparkly and see it’s just my

never seen you plastered. You just decided to have yourself a one women party on the floor,

It makes me sigh and go

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

the cell again and I remember