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

“It’s kind of heartbreaking to watch him suffer … Unrequited love.” Richard breaks in, stifling a grimace as Daniel slaps his back with a noisy ‘thwap’.

“Fuck you. Both of you.” An annoyed tone and no smile.

“You know when you know … Right?” Vincent throws a wink at Daniel too and three of the four men burst out laughing, Daniel rolls his eyes and gives them the finger.

“Tried so damn hard to let him down gently, he’s just too sensitive.” Jake ruffles Daniels hair playfully, chuckling at him.

“I’ve caught him sobbing into his Hagen Das a few times when you stood him up, Jakey.” Richard shoves Daniel in the ribs playfully and they all laugh at their friend.

“He stole my Endless Love CD when you missed his birthday bash last year. Perfect crying anthems on there.” Leila quips in, throwing a huge grin at Jake, yet avoiding Hunter completely.

“I swear to god, you guys better stop with this shit. Even if I was that way inclined, I wouldn’t jump Carrero’s bones. I know where he’s been, I have standards.” All of the men turn to Jake with eyebrow wiggles, and he only sneers at them.

“Umm, I think I’ve way higher standards than any of you three.” He defends himself with a frown and a haughty tone.

“Questionable.” Leila throws him a disbelieving look. “But you’ve improved a lot.” She then smiles at me, concealing nothing. A big hearty, playful type of smile.

“Leave her out of this.” Jake warns, squeezing me a little too tightly. I haven’t been able to help laughing along with all of them, but things just shifted tone and Jake feels suddenly tense. Mr. Protector. unleashed.

“You know when you know, right?” Vincent smirks Jake’s way and I try and ignore the way all three men seem to look at Jake for a split, perfectly timed moment, all three with raised eyebrows and smirking expressions. Eerily unified.

noises, releases me to haul his friend into a head lock and plaster his cheek with

whole time, but

Jake sexily, and

get a grip

sweet really.” Jake prods Daniel with his beer

his Hagen Das. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero. has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picks up a beer, mock

throw on matching “Eww” faces. Everyone laughs, even Marissa this time and then she goes and

down. He doesn’t falter, just continues talking to his men folk as though my snuggling closer is the most natural thing in the world for us. I listen to the steady, strong thud of his heart under his shirt, enjoying the solid muscle under my cheek. None of the group seems to even acknowledge the way we are cuddled

last summer I’ve not got any interest in as soon as I realize that Marissa had been there too and not with a beau in tow to occupy her. Again, a look on her face aimed at Jake, and I assume its meaning is to rekindle a sexual

his hook up on that trip? God please,

a sharp

round of drinks on the canopied table. Jake hands me a fresh cocktail with his free hand, his mouth lingering close to my temple longer than necessary as though he’s watching me, or simply feeling

ordered for me this time, but it has a tropical coconut flavor and I could drink it like juice. He has a knack for buying me drinks that I really like, always

I feel strangely lost. His sudden departure from my body and the realization that I was only happily listening into this group the way I was because of him. He always grounds me, makes me comfortable, wherever

ruining my calm. He pauses and locks her eye, before he turns his head to me with a quick smile and straightens back up, returning his arm around my shoulders. This time, though, he pulls me in tightly and kisses me on the side of my face quickly and firmly. I experience an instant rush of warmth and satisfaction at his touch and equally at Marissa’s frosty scowl. I guess he’s sending her a message, telling her to back off and I’m reaping the rewards. I can’t say I mind. Glad to be back

very quiet … Want to go back to the boat?” he asks softly, for my ears only. His eyes on

tired, it’s been a long day.” I smile faintly, but I know it should be, “I’m actually really drunk, and I’m probably going to fall over or pass out.” Truth is, I just want to get far away from Marissa and her silent messages across the table. She’s like a thorn I can’t

all male eyes immediately follow, and it causes me to dig Jake