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

“Why is that?”

“Saves you having to wine and dine leggy blondes on short notice, when you can’t be bothered or have a hangover.” I smirk. Inwardly glad he has no date with him tonight.

“I guess. Although that stiff double whiskey sorted me right out.” He’s smiling, he seems relaxed tonight despite his earlier weirdness and there’s that casual laid back energy.

“What’s with that anyway?” I ask curiously.

“What’s with what?” he looks over my head and nods at someone trying to catch his attention - ever sociable Carrero. Back to swaying with me to the music, he seems distant suddenly, but I know he’s trying to avoid my gestapo questioning.

“The lack of leggy bosoms lately?” It’s been in the back of my mind, his lack of playmates and sleep overs for weeks now.

He shrugs and spins me around, pulls me back into his arm playfully and lightly smacks me on the butt. I throw him a mock alarmed look; the tug of his grin is not lost on me and I get that warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach at his good mood. He’s so much more mellow since we landed.

“Lost your sex drive or merely misplaced it?”

“Nope.” He’s smiling, but that guarded look is back with my probing, he’s being deliberately evasive, pulling out that tug of irritation at him.

Oh, so we’re playing the one-word answer game, are we?

He looks amused at my dry expression.

“Bored?” I press.

“So, so … Just taking a break.” He shrugs and looks over me again, this time winking at another attention grabber.

For goodness sake.

do you?” I cock my head to the side, studying his chiseled jawline, the sparkle of his mystical eyes

“Sometimes.”

have never seen a break in the flow of women, but maybe some of them were just stand in dates, like me. PA and assistants when he couldn’t be

I know I’m prying but I live with him and I know how much he likes to roll in the sheets, and by

throws me a quizzical glance with raised eyebrows that says, “Where are you going with this?”, but he’s still smiling.

“Do I feel sick?”

my head at him in exasperation. We

heat runs up my

to ask and it’s absolutely hilarious to him. He has that amused look on his face,

he

man problems?”

even asking this, god? I’ve become as nosey

for you to name the place. Why are you so interested in my lack of sexual partners?” He shakes his head, locking eyes with mine finally,

the first time there’s been a lull in … playtime.” I answer, my skin on fire and I suddenly wish I never started

I care so much

bit jealous, maybe?” he smirks at me, a twinkle

flush and realize my cheeks are flaming now, I must be bright red. He’s smirking at me as he moves me around in time to the music and pulls me against his jaw so we’re resting easily. Giving me a break from his interrogation and instead enveloped by his warmth against my face. He moves my body against his expertly,

a little break from demanding, stroppy women … even

from now on then?” I ask seriously.

His breath fans my naked skin as this dress is strapless, and it makes me goose bump all over. It’s a little red number and far too molded to my body for my liking. He presses his ear against my ear intimately, the new position meaning my face is almost buried in his shoulder and neck, closer than moments before. I’m a little breathless and to anyone watching, this is not a platonic pose. Especially as

was meant to?” I stumble over the words, conscious of the fact I’m suddenly

one of them is permanent.” He moves back to his previous hold, giving me some breathing room again and I exhale with relief. He lifts his hand from my waist and waves at someone behind me then returns it back to its warm spot on my body. Pulling me in a little closer if that is possible. I’m practically part of his

over this every time I met one, never seeing the connection and I can’t stop asking dumb questions.

all drop dead gorgeous, with scantily covered, lithe bodies, and huge boobs; every one has been