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…

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 work with

the red head?” I

“What about her?”

pouting. Heart twisting in my chest, broken

avoids my eyes this time and

… like you pick up a quart of

on form then?” I spit, the temper returning at the

coolness return to his voice too,

the root of the issue?” I

keep calm,

scold myself inwardly for

anymore.” He grunts. I swallow hard, so close to crying and paste a smile on my

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

on his face. He

in uber cool and polite, and

is all some meaningless, casual

your example.” I pout loudly, I hadn’t meant to say it out

Crap.

his cell and starts typing in response to a text, I wonder

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 going

moment of satisfaction. His thumbs hover over the screen, out of the corner of my eye, putting it down instead, leaving the text

to be that sort of girl?” his tone is instantly different,

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

good enough for the gander, or whatever