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

red head?” I ask,

“What about her?”

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

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

quart of milk on

temper returning at the way I’ve maneuvered the topic. I’m such an

coolness return to his voice too, he’s reacting to my

root of the issue?” I

and keep calm,

scold myself inwardly

I swallow hard, so

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,

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

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

like this is all some meaningless, casual joke; maybe it would have been two weeks ago but not now, not ever again. I lay my head

follow your example.” I pout loudly, I

Crap.

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

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

body tenses and it gives me a moment of satisfaction. His thumbs hover over the

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

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

it’s good enough for the gander, or whatever