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…

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

red head?” I

“What about her?”

I’m back to sulking Emma. Half pouting. Heart twisting in

avoids my eyes this

her up … like you pick up a quart

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

his voice too, he’s reacting to my anger and my

root of

and keep

myself inwardly for

He grunts. I swallow hard, so close to crying

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 that,” I add drily, hating him in this moment and unable to stop

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

in uber cool and polite, and I can’t read him at

this is all some meaningless, casual joke; maybe it would have been two weeks ago but not

follow your example.” I pout loudly, I hadn’t meant

Crap.

response to a text, I wonder which leggy woman has his attention this time. I

fuck buddies to go visit for a week, rid myself of the tension.” I sigh heavily and stare straight ahead bracing myself for his agreement which is

and it gives me a moment of satisfaction. His thumbs hover over the screen, out of the corner of my eye, putting

to be that sort of girl?” his tone

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

enough for the gander, or whatever