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

“Sometimes.”

sure in all the years I researched his social endeavors, I have never seen a break in the flow of women, but maybe some

sick?” I know I’m prying but I live with him and I know how much he likes to roll in the

a quizzical glance with raised eyebrows that says, “Where are you going with this?”, but he’s still smiling. He catches my hand and holds it to his forehead with

“Do I feel sick?”

at him in exasperation. We go back to swaying, but my

I hesitate as the telltale heat runs up my

what I’m going to ask and it’s absolutely hilarious to him. He

he do

problems?”

I’ve become as nosey as him! And as

place. Why are you so interested in my lack of sexual partners?” He shakes his head,

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

I care so

maybe?” he smirks at me, a twinkle

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,

need a little break from demanding, stroppy women …

in date from now on then?” I ask

chin down so his nose grazes my shoulder when he pulls me in. 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

fact I’m suddenly light-headed. Overly aware of how well our bodies fit together and how sexual

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

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

with scantily covered, lithe bodies, and huge boobs; every one has been stunning, in that fake,