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.

temporary girlfriend. You know, anytime we’re both drunk—we’re in a relationship.” Despite

tonight and I don’t like

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

I like that look on his

… just chilled and loose and

you remember … if I’m around you, then it’s usually a good sign that I’m meant to be working.” I raise my eyebrows at him and sip my champagne, seeing his look of approval at my

determination fleets across his face.

again?” my gut tightens, and my

a trip for pleasure? Lots and lots of pleasure.” He’s off on negotiation mode and I grit

frowning to tell

room. No hanky panky, I swear. I

romantic getaway.” I try to refuse and

the issue? You 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

I

“No, it’s just …”

know what

“Just?” he presses moodily

for words, and

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

tight, knowing him only

go on a trip,” he shrugs oh

rolling mode and he always does this to me. I’ve never known anyone with this ability to maneuver me into his way of thinking. Or just bullying

I’ll just make you come with me and call it a business trip … I’ll fire you if you refuse.” He drinks some of his champagne, his

I sigh, knowing I’m losing because this is how he can

know who would turn down 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

money.” I glare at him haughtily, king of insulted but it