The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

Chapter 40

“Something wrong?” he asks while studying my face. I put my head down and head into the kitchen, switching on the kettle, avoiding him. Willing my burning face to cool down; I know I’m probably blushing like mad.

“No.” I answer over brightly and focus on getting the mugs ready.

“You’re acting weird, shorty … What gives?” he’s frowning. Noticing it from the corner of my eye, I carry on with what I’m doing; the blood has rushed to my face even more so now and I am mildly freaking out.

“I’m just making coffee.” I shrug, trying to appear normal.

Jesus, Jake, leave me be. Stay back.

“Look at me then,” he commands. I tense and glance up, pasting a fake smile on my lips. Raising eyebrows before returning to what I’m doing, the heat radiating all over me and return quickly to looking at anything but him but that is so hard to do in a space this small.

“Okay … What did I do?” he crosses his arms menacingly, his biceps bulging, the stubborn Carrero look plastered all over him. I think I may faint.

“Nothing.” I laugh nervously. I drop the spoon and spill coffee granules everywhere with fumbling hands.

Shit.

“Spill, Anderson … I’ll torture it out of you. You know I will.” He walks toward me with a look that means business and I cave weakly. If I let him get too close, I may self-combust. I may actually pass out right in front of him.

I need to calm my hormones down.

“We kissed,” I squeak as he gets dangerously close to touching me. Then I hide behind my loose hair as shame envelopes me tenfold. I can’t tell him that I practically molested him in his sleep. That we were dry humping and I know what he feels like turned on and pushed up against me.

in my sleep.” He laughs. No hint of shock at all. “They call it ‘Sexsomnia’. It happens very rarely. It’s

have a manly sex related sleeping disorder.

to stand beside me, and I try not

move away to get more coffee from the cupboard, glad of the reason to move away. He has no idea that internally my body is acting like a pubescent

…you were asleep.”

the one

pounding through my chest, his proximity making breathing difficult suddenly, in a way

fair … You get to have a memory, but I have none … I demand a re-enactment.” There’s humor in his voice as his hand catches my shirt from behind, pulling me back against him softly, his

my skin burning and shame swamping me. I should have known he would react this way. Casanova Carrero! He makes a joke about everything, so

the tension at his playfulness, the usual flirty Jake while still trying to twist free from the body

I can’t get away from him. My body held taught, his mouth by my ear, he has my back pressed to his

God!

least say I remember that time I made out with you in my sleep.” His husky voice sends tremors through my stomach. I wriggle free and he lets me go, grinning wildly. He tilts his

my face is probably puce from top to bottom, met with the relaxed easy look on his face. I shake my head and tilt it to the side to match his. His mentioning the kitchen kiss in such a blasé way makes me feel calmer. I wish I had his ability to brush things like this off so easily. Make it all out to be nothing except forgettable misdemeanors. I guess when you’ve

that this is all on me. A secret I’ll never tell him. He stops for a moment taking in my face, his smile slipping as something registers in his mind and

I kissed you … So, you kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap between us, his face now serious. All humor gone. I gulp and hesitate,

Crap. Fuck. Shit.

what I’m doing, inhaling sharply, thoughts scrambling in panic at

don’t, Jake!

from behind Jake’s all-consuming stance, and she wanders into view dressed in a fluffy onesie with rabbit ears on the hood. Her presence makes me sag with relief. I have never been so happy to have a third person show up in my life and

to dive away from Jake toward the toaster as his attention

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