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…

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 …

the red head?” I ask,

“What about her?”

ran 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

I picked her up before I flew home.” He avoids my eyes this time and

like you pick up a quart of milk

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

return to his voice too, he’s reacting to

root of the issue?” I

and keep calm,

scold myself inwardly

swallow hard, so close to crying

ever given. He regards me icily and hands me back my champagne. “Maybe we should

mine harshly and I catch the sarcasm on his face. He seems angry now too, but I smile icily, hating on him as much as I detest

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

some meaningless, casual joke; maybe it would have been two weeks ago but not now, not ever again. I lay my head back against my seat, irritation

pout loudly, I hadn’t meant to

Crap.

to a text, I wonder which leggy

myself of the tension.” I sigh

hands falter, and pause, his body tenses and it gives me a moment of satisfaction. His thumbs hover over the screen, out of

you want to be that sort of girl?” his tone is instantly

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

good enough for