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

Chapter 59

“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.

I can handle way more alcohol than

I point at him with a drunk air jab. Being drunk

finally letting my hair go. Shifting his body weight, causing the bed dip lightly. The chatter of the others nearby has droned down

features a little too closely, distracted by them and how he never ceases to look gorgeous, no

she is.” He grins at me with a twinkly in his

in confusion, a frown creasing

baby.” His dimples cutely indent with the huge smile he’s giving me,

blinking suspiciously, not

“I did.”

smiling when he laughs at me and shakes

are drunken

… Drunken Emma is …” I’m confused and I’ve no

being serious!” I scowl at him and pull my hands down to cross over

are you, they just choose to come out at different times. You’re cute when you pout.” He prods me in the face lightly again, before pinching my nose, like I’m some sort of

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

not love this version of you?” He wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling me closer and plants a kiss on my cheek, just shy of the corner of my lips. Snuggling his head into the crook of my neck

I don’t love her then.” I try and

do?” he has a permanent smile on his face now, as alluring as it is,

“Yes!”

sense.” He ignores my dash

leggy bimbo.”

Emma.” He closes in on me, nose to nose. His smile vanishes, his eyes instantly serious and dark. His focus moves across my face and rests on my mouth for a long moment. I pause, breath held before he hits me with a slight frown, a chew of his bottom lip and he glances back at my eyes with a

reaction I’m having to whatever that was,

we glance over

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