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

“Shit.” I gasp as his arms lasso me, he shifts so my weight ends up beside him on the lounger, instead of on top of him, keeping me in his embrace and laying us both back. It’s comfy and warm from his body heat in the now cooler night air and I sink contently.

“Bit drunk there, Miss. Anderson?” he chuckles at me, sounding boyish and happy and I smile too.

Just charming.

“Sof course not”

What?

Okay, so maybe, I’m a lot drunk.

He laughs into my hair, his mouth pressed to my temple as he slides his other hand across my neck and shoulder and pulls me against him. Cuddling me in easily.

“Glad to see you letting go.” He smiles, almost nose to nose with me. His warm breath on my face and heavy scent of alcohol; it gives me an overwhelming sense of closeness and my body tingles deliciously from head to toe.

“I think falling on top of your boss is more than letting go.” I giggle, relaxing to the sensation and surrendering to the sway around me, regaining the control of my vocabulary, even if it’s slurring still.

“I’m not your boss for the next two weeks.” He winks. That handsome face close enough to touch with my tongue.

“Okay, I shall rephrase … Falling on top of your temporary not boss, is overdoing it.” I chortle again, so light, and free and a little bit silly. My hair blows gently across my face, yet he strokes it back, lingering, playing with its short new waves. I think he’s more than a little obsessed with the cut, and it makes me sigh adoringly. The sensation of having my hair played with is addictive when he’s the one doing it.

“Do you need me to put you to bed?” he asks, still focusing on twirling a strand, his face is really so close I can almost lick him without moving.

Stop it, Emma!

“Do I not need to put you to bed?” I slur again and bask in his laughter; he finds that highly amusing. I want to wrap myself up in that laugh, it’s so inviting and familiar.

handle way more alcohol than

you walk yet.” I point at him with a drunk air jab. Being drunk can be pretty amazing at loosening me

worse than me.” He stays smirking down at me, finally letting my hair go. Shifting his body weight, causing the bed dip lightly.

dimples when you smile.” I prod his face. Focusing on his features a little too closely, distracted by them and how he never ceases to look gorgeous, no matter

He grins at me with a twinkly in

I ask in confusion,

Emma … How are you doing? … I missed you, baby.” His dimples cutely indent with the huge smile he’s giving me, sheer

drunken Emma?” I ask blinking suspiciously, not jumping into the merry reunion

“I did.”

like her more than me?” I pout with sad eyes, not even smiling when he laughs at me and shakes his head. A childish surly mood instantly brewing

drunken Emma

I’m confused and I’ve no idea what I’m saying, he’s laughing at me again and it’s

laughing? I’m being serious!” I scowl at him and pull my hands down to cross over my chest

when you pout.” He

her more?” I slap his hand away. I’m being sulky, and I can tell by the humorous glint in his eyes he’s finding me entertaining. It does nothing to help my somber state of mind on this topic. If anything, it just adds to it and the fire of outrage in my

a kiss on my cheek, just shy of the corner of my lips. Snuggling his head into the crook of my

… I don’t love her then.” I try and

he has a permanent smile on his face

“Yes!”

He ignores my dash for freedom

much, she must be a leggy bimbo.” I huff and make another attempt at squirming before giving in and slumping

serious and dark. His focus moves across my face and rests on my mouth for a long

almost gulp at the nervous reaction I’m having to whatever that was, and the way it

deck and we glance over to see Daniel stripping off Miracle’s clothes in a rather smutty fashion. Jake frowns and pulls me up quickly to his side