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’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

I ask, smarting

“What about her?”

off with for a week?” I’m back to sulking Emma. Half pouting. Heart twisting in my chest, broken inside. He just frowns at me and shakes his

before I flew home.” He avoids my eyes this time and I swear I catch a moment of

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

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

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

root of the issue?” I

and keep calm,

inwardly

Isn’t an issue anymore.” He grunts. I swallow hard, so close to crying and paste a

the most fake smile I’ve ever given. He regards me icily and hands me back my champagne. “Maybe

the sarcasm on his face. He seems angry now too, but I smile

we fighting? It feels like we are, but it’s laced in uber cool and

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

I hadn’t meant to

Crap.

typing in response to a text, I wonder which leggy woman has his attention this time. I don’t even want to

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

it gives me a moment of satisfaction. His thumbs hover

sort of girl?” his tone

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

for the gander, or whatever that saying