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…

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 to meaningless sex and has to remind himself that he would still have to work with me after. While I’m too hung up on what sex with him would do to my heart afterwards

I ask, smarting at this

“What about her?”

with for a week?” I’m back to sulking Emma. Half pouting. Heart twisting in my

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

quart of milk

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

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

of the issue?” I ask

and keep

myself inwardly for this

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

and suffering now, can we? Carrero losing his edge is worse 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 the internal

his face. He seems angry now too, but I smile icily, hating on him as much as I

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

bid to feel better. He’s acting like this is all some meaningless, casual joke; maybe it would have been

I pout loudly, I hadn’t meant to say it out

Crap.

be?” he pulls out his cell and starts typing in response to a text, I wonder which leggy woman has his attention this time. I don’t even

buddies to go visit for a week, rid 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 the corner of my eye,

be that sort of girl?” his tone is instantly

Hypocrite!

I think he’s mad.

for the gander, or whatever