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

“No, I don’t, and I like that you like my smile, shorty.” He stops and pushes me against the wall to steady me, pulls his cell from his pocket, swipes the screen, checks who’s calling and pushes it back from where he produced it.

“I like when you laugh like that.” He glances up at me and it’s then I realize I’ve been giggling for no reason.

Where did that come from?

“Like what?” I ask innocently, still unable to stop grinning like a freak. Maybe it has something to do with the fact he has my body pressed to the wall with his and he is every bit my idea of a good dream.

“Unguarded … I like drunk Emma.” He peels me back off the wall and leads me to my room, disappointment flitting through me that it was fleeting.

“I like drunk Emma too.” I sigh, following him as he opens the door, his hand still encompassing mine. She gets to touch Jake in ways sober Emma doesn’t.

“I thought you said you didn’t?” he squints at me with a confused smirk. Pulling me through to my bedroom.

“I was jealous … You like her way too much.” I exhale moodily and he laughs at me again, only this time it’s deep and heartfelt as though I’ve said the most hilarious thing. I pout at him, annoyed that he finds everything I say so funny.

“You’re the same Emma … No reason to be jealous, Bambino.” He calms his laughing, pulls me to the base of my bed, letting me go, sits me down, and pulls my sandals off my feet easily. I like when he takes care of me like this, as though I’m something more to him than just his PA.

“Nooo, you like one more than the other.” I exhale loudly. He smiles up at me and moves closer, so we’re nose to nose, him bent down at my knees, his hand comes to my hair and ruffles it, toying with its new shortness.

He really is infatuated with my new haircut. Best idea ever!

“I like both versions of you, in different ways, equally.” He utters, keeping close. The lights are off in the room and the only light is from the moon shining in the porthole window beside us. It’s so intimate and romantic.

“What do you mean ‘different ways’?” I’m inquisitive, being drunk seems to make me crave for knowledge and to keep him this close. He sighs, running a hand across my face lightly, moving my hair to tuck behind my ear, erupting a million tingles across my skin. He chews his lip in that childish way he has when he’s trying to think out an answer before he speaks. He has no idea how much it makes me ache to bite his lip too.

funny and sharp and she’s good at what she does. I like PA Emma.” He nods to himself as though rattling off a tick list.

in an employee-employer way?” I reach up and toy with his spiky hair, seeing as he keeps messing mine up, I think it should work both ways; he raises his eyebrows in surprise, but only

because she’s her.” His gaze comes to rest on mine, distracting me from his hair. It feels good and exactly how I thought

“And drunk Emma?”

drunk Emma, if I’m being honest.”

at both his answer and

what she says … or does.” He nods toward my fingers to prove the point. “She

of your leggy boobs!” I sulk at being

the one doing the

I’m confused.

side to her … That’s what I mean by “I like you both”. One can’t exist without the other. I wouldn’t like there

of the cray cray.” I grin playfully, motioning in circles at my temples and cross my eyes. He chuckles and moves another hair from my face. Seems short hair equals messy hair that clings to your skin at every opportunity. Not that having him

to dominate … I see drunk Emma

the time.” I confess, with a

she’s scared.”

carefully; I want to know why he thinks this third person me is scared. I’m curious as to how

I quickly avert my eyes. I’m conscious of the fact my head is now level with his crotch. I’ll definitely not

go of a little bit of control, and she likes to hold it all together. Letting go makes her vulnerable, leaves her exposed, and that’s worse than death for her.” His voice is steady and low. My breath catches in my throat with a tug of surprise in my chest. A little emotional suddenly that he really seems to

of my room, too honest in my drunken stupor as the words slide out. I sense his eyes on me as he bends so his forehead meets mine and presses our noses together, an awkward position for him but the cutest move I’ve ever seen him make; there’s something insanely innocent and

on the mattress

if you couldn’t stop them?” I sound young and scared, suddenly serious, and