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.”

social endeavors, I have never seen a break in the flow of women, but maybe some of them

much he likes to roll in the sheets, and by my calculations it’s been a while since

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

“Do I feel sick?”

in exasperation. We go back to swaying,

telltale heat runs up

think he knows what I’m going to ask and it’s absolutely hilarious

he do

problems?” I blush

I even asking this, god? I’ve

is still intact and waiting for you to name the place. Why are you so interested in my lack

I’ve worked for you for a while now and 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

do I care so

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

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, slowly moving

a little break from demanding, stroppy women … even casual sex can be a

the stand in date from now on then?” I ask seriously. A tingle of

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

of the fact I’m suddenly light-headed. Overly aware of how well

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

man! And they’re all drop dead gorgeous, with scantily covered, lithe bodies, and huge boobs; every one has been stunning, in that fake, plastic over-manicured