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

Well, that’s a revelation, and it’s kind of sweet. I grin at him, stupidly pleased with his answer for no reason.

“Someone smart … and normal?” I gush

“Pretty much.” For once he doesn’t add in a flirty comment, finally being serious. I figure so many women in the world would squeal over this tidbit of information right now, giving hope to the millions of adoring women.

“Someone like me?” I laugh overcome with hesitation and a touch of nerves.

“I already told you, Bambino. Confess how crazy you are for me and I’ll marry you before dawn. We both know you’ve the serious hots for your sexy boss.” That face is nothing but sheer jest and smiles. I shake my head, eye roll at his usual annoying self and sigh all at the same time.

“You’re infuriating,” I scold gently.

“That’s why you’re crazy in love with me, shorty. Drink?” He leads me to the table, but I shake my head; I guess he’s signaled the end of conversation. Something we’re both good at and he obviously is done with this direction of prodding.

“Maybe best if I don’t,” I giggle, still not fully recovered. He studies me for a second then shrugs.

“One won’t hurt. Live a little.”

“I think you like getting me drunk, Jake.”

“I like loosening you up, starchy pants. Makes it easier to get you naked.” He winks at me and that devilish smile reappears, a nearby waitress gawps at what she has overheard and moves away fast. I can only sigh and raise a brow at him.

“You pay me to keep my pants starched remember, and on! If I was, Miss. Loose and lively, I would be a shitty PA.” We move to sit at an empty table amid my disapproving scold.

“I don’t know, might be fun having a drunk PA. A naked one would be even better. Would love to see you endure a stuffy meeting in full blown drunk Emma mode. Not sure I would let others see you naked though.” He shrugs again, pulling out my chair and seating me at the table. He gestures for another waiter seeing as our server has taken off.

“I probably wouldn’t be a hit … naked or not. Especially with the stuffed shirts you have meetings with.”

“I can agree with that.” He’s smiling and hands me a champagne glass from a passing tray.

might ask her to be my temporary girlfriend. You know, anytime we’re both drunk—we’re in a relationship.” Despite my protests, I take the glass and throw

persistence tonight and I don’t

to see you really let go, Emma.” He watches me carefully as though examining

not sure I

… just chilled and loose and free to

be working.”

spark of determination fleets across his

my gut tightens, and my mood

together a lot … maybe we both need a trip for pleasure? Lots and lots of pleasure.” He’s off on

I warn, frowning to tell him not to

have your own room. No hanky panky, I swear. I will be the ultimate gentleman. My dad’s yacht … the Caribbean … just picture

but it’s still not right to take me on some romantic getaway.” I try to refuse and ignore the sense of guilt at making him look this

think a tropical beach on a boat is too romantic? Worried I may make good on some of my promises?” An edge to his tone indicates he’s getting annoyed with me, he’s disappointed

am I so

“No, it’s just …”

actually know

“Just?” he presses moodily

and he sees

agreed then?” he looks smug at my hesitation and dives in with

him only too well and how

go on a trip,”

this to me.

a business trip … I’ll fire you if you refuse.” He drinks some of his champagne, his eyes

fair,” I sigh, knowing I’m losing because this

two weeks in the sun, Emma … I’ll still be paying you, regardless.” He shrugs at me as if that’s answers all my concerns. I

king of