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.

to the side, studying his chiseled jawline, the sparkle of his

“Sometimes.”

much. I’m pretty sure in all the years I researched his social endeavors, I have never seen a break in the flow of women, but maybe some of them were just stand in dates, like

likes to roll

glance with raised eyebrows that says, “Where are you going with

“Do I feel sick?”

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

telltale heat runs up

he’s laughing now, I think he knows what I’m going to ask and it’s absolutely hilarious to him. He has that amused look on his face, the all-knowing

he do

problems?” I

asking this, god? I’ve become as nosey as him!

still intact and waiting for you to name the place. Why

lull in … playtime.” I answer, my skin on fire and

I care so much

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

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

a little break from demanding, stroppy women … even casual sex can be a hassle.” He

see. So, am I just the stand in date from now on then?” I ask seriously. A tingle of annoyance

a mock shocked look, as though I’ve offended him. “I don’t know why you’re complaining. I don’t think I’ve seen you warm to a single female I’ve dated,” he states as a matter of fact, then spins me and brings me back to his face, tipping his 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

conscious of the fact I’m

you … Either you like them, or you don’t, it doesn’t matter … not 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

met one, never seeing the connection and I can’t stop asking dumb questions. He raises his eyebrow, followed by

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