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.

‘Sexsomnia’. It happens very rarely. It’s like a form of sleepwalking.” He shrugs it off, obviously in acceptance of this quirk

related sleeping disorder. Well, that explains a

beside me, and

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

… it was …you were asleep.” I have no idea what to

the one who started it? That I liked

breathing difficult suddenly, in a way I

There’s humor in his voice as his hand catches my shirt from behind, pulling me back against him softly, his mouth

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

myself. I giggle, relieving some of the tension at his playfulness, the usual flirty Jake while still

front of me so I can’t get away from him. My body held taught, his mouth by my ear, he

God!

in my sleep.” His husky voice sends tremors through my stomach. I wriggle free and he lets me

look at him knowing 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 had more bedroom romps than hot meals, it’s easy. This really is nothing to him

can’t be mad about things you do while unconscious.” I lie, fully mindful 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 my insides

… So, you kissed me back?” he moves forward, closing the gap

Crap. Fuck. Shit.

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

don’t, Jake! Don’t

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

grab the opportunity to dive away from Jake toward the toaster as his

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