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

“Is that the direction we’re taking now … squabbling over your driving accomplishments?” I pout, crossing my hands in my lap and sighing deeply. He wrinkles his forehead at me and looks out over the aisle at the empty seats, shifting in his chair for the second time.

“I left because if I didn’t, it was going to go one of two ways … either I ended up fucking you or strangling you.”

I’m rendered gob smacked. There’s no other word for it. He just put it right out there so bluntly.

I’m sure I should read my contract under the section about appropriate conversation topics with your boss, and maybe check the sexual harassment clauses.

He flicks over my burning face, accepting my silence.

“It’s clear that parts of our relationship sometimes blur the lines … We work closely, we live in each other’s pockets, and sometimes I forget that you are my PA above everything else.”

“What exactly do you confuse me with?” I snort because that would be nice to know. I kind of need a definition.

What else would you call what I do?

He throws me a pained and disdainful look.

“You’re younger than any assistant I’ve ever had; we get on, and we’re friends … I forget sometimes that I need to act a certain way with you.” He goes back to staring at the side of my face and I resist the urge to meet his gaze.

“So, you never kissed any of your other PAs?” I sulk. Margo flashes across my mind and I immediately shake it away with disgust. My stomach is already in my throat.

Eeww, she’s like a mom to him.

“No, Emma, I haven’t. Before Margo took over full time for me, I went through a few assistants and they never lasted any more than a couple of months. I’ve tried male and female assistants and I lacked interest, and trust, in all of them.”

“I see.” News to me, but okay…

do, requires both …and being this close means, sometimes I forget there would be consequences in trying to screw you.” He’s still watching me closely; I’m dying under his scrutiny and the blatant way he’s talking about sex between us. I think I’m also upset by the fact he’s making it pretty clear it would only be that … Nothing deeper! I forget that sex for him doesn’t carry consequences, maybe that’s the issue. He’s too used to meaningless sex and has to remind himself that he would still have to

head?” I ask, smarting at this

“What about her?”

sulking Emma. Half pouting. Heart twisting in my chest, broken inside. He just frowns at me and shakes his

home.” He avoids my eyes this time and I swear I catch a

up … like you pick up a quart of milk on the way home from work,

form then?” I spit, the temper returning at the way I’ve maneuvered the topic.

sense the coolness return to his voice too, he’s reacting to my anger and my

the root of the

and keep

myself inwardly for this

swallow hard, so close to crying and paste a smile

Carrero losing his edge is worse than death for you right?” I smile curtly with the most fake smile I’ve ever given. He regards me icily and hands me back my champagne. “Maybe we should clink to

his glass against mine harshly and I catch the sarcasm on his face. He seems angry now too,

are, but it’s laced in uber cool and

better. He’s acting like this is all some meaningless, casual joke; maybe

example.” I pout loudly, I hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it’s

Crap.

cell and starts typing in response to a text, I wonder which leggy woman has his attention this time. I

the tension.” I sigh heavily and

of satisfaction. His thumbs hover over the screen, out

be that sort of girl?” his tone is instantly different, tight-lipped, and kind of

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

it’s good enough for the gander, or whatever that saying