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.

chiseled jawline, the sparkle of his mystical eyes in this light. He looks particularly

“Sometimes.”

I researched his social endeavors, I have never seen a break in the flow

him and I know how much he likes to roll in

I’m 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 hand and holds it to

“Do I feel sick?”

my head at him in exasperation. We go back to swaying, but my brain is still

telltale heat runs up my cheeks and I curse myself for

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

does he

man problems?” I blush

asking this, god? I’ve become as nosey

worry, my libido is still intact and waiting 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,

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.

care so much

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

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

demanding, stroppy women …

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

You’re always my number one girl.” He throws me 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 than moments before. I’m a little

I’m suddenly light-headed. Overly aware of how well our bodies

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.

do you see in them?” I’ve mulled over this every time I met one, never seeing the connection and I can’t

he’s a man! And they’re all drop dead gorgeous, with scantily covered, lithe bodies, and huge boobs; every