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

The day is tiring, and my hair has endlessly stuck to my face in this humidity. Vegas is hot and dusty and I’m still grumpy and tired. We flew out here right after Sophie was taken away by the care worker and Jake’s mother, Sylvana Carrero. The beautiful, kind goddess, who looks so alarmingly like her son, but in a very feminine way. I love her in every way; anytime I meet her, she has this easy charm and stunning green eyes and the ability to put you at ease, much like he does.

I fought tears when hugging Sophie goodbye; our time together so short, yet she has come to mean so much to me. Jake bought her a new cell and pre-set both of our numbers and emails into it as a parting gift, that way we can always stay in touch and she knows we will be there if she needs us. We are to be her eternal guardians in life, and I know that from this day on, I will always be in Sophie’s story. We have a bond like no other. We understand each other.

“Want to try the casinos, tiny?” his voice comes up behind me as I empty out my suitcase onto my bed, looking for a change of clothes, anything to relieve the stickiness of my suit. We arrived in such a rush that neither of us have unpacked yet, normally housekeeping do such things in our absence but this time they haven’t. I hate incompetence in one’s job.

“I’m still tired, I think I’ll have a bubble bath and go to bed.” I sigh.

“First time in Vegas, and you want to go to bed? Bambino, No! You gotta live a little.” He sounds frustrated with me; it’s been a hell of a long week by normal standards and I’ve been free falling for days. I can’t keep up the pace like he can. Jake has no sense of exhaustion—Ever!

“Would you rather I stay out late with you, then pout for the entire morning like I did on the plane?” I was probably the most irritated, grumpy person I have ever been on that flight, reeling with emotions about Sophie, my mother, Ray Vanquis. Trying to ignore memories of kissing my boss and going pie-eyed over him on that brief trip. Thankfully, I seem to have normalized a little in his presence again. The kiss not such a bright burning memory as it has been and allowing me to detach a little from it.

“I’m sure I can have the hotel bring me a bag for your head, so I don’t have to see it.” He grins, raising a cheeky eyebrow. Everyone back to normal.

“Nice … Charming. As understanding as always Jacob!” I pout again, sighing.

Come out with me.” He’s in boyish pleading mode now. Tugging at my hair in a bid to annoy

Bored, Jake, darling?

night and we’ve had a day of grueling appointments, boring meetings, a late business dinner, and now he wants to go play. Has he no clue of

him demurely; of the vast number of women he has tucked at every port, I often wonder in awe that he manages to find half of

a date grates on my nerves, rattling me inside. A little jealousy raising its head and I bite it back down. I have no idea why

I want my pouty PA to let her hair down and come kick back with me.” He moves in closer, so his warmth

was under the impression I already did.” I ruffle my loose hair to make the point; lately I’ve been too tired to tie it up at all. Its

know what I mean, sassy pants.” He mock

bright and chipper at your meetings.” I try a wavering smile, turning to look at him over my shoulder as he walks away

And right now, it’s to come out with me. I want to go play. Get drunk and feel up my sexy PA.” He throws his charming wink over at me and walks back, cell in hand, moving closer in behind me, his presence invading through the thin material of my blouse. He’s almost touching me, his heat radiating alarmingly.

know there’s a black cocktail dress in the suitcase. I’m always under order to carry a dress for an impromptu dinner or party when we travel. He leans past me, pulling my dress out, like an eagle with his eye on prey at a distance. Lifting it up to let it roll loose and hangs in the

Hmmm, busted!

slaps my butt with a swift sharp smack. I squeak

I’ll