The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO)

I catch Jake glaring at me across the table and stop twisting my hair for the fiftieth time; he’s been touchy this entire trip.

Who would have thought a week’s worth of screwing leggy bimbos actually made him more goddamn sulky?

I thought sex was meant to put men in a great mood, it must have been awful sex.

I look him up and down, trying to appraise that possibility.

I’m sure he couldn’t do bad sex, if I’m being honest. He has more stamina than most humans I know and he’s an attentive man naturally. I wonder if women can make sex shitty, even if they’re being bedded by a “sexpert”. Even though I don’t have carnal knowledge of his bed hopping habits, I am pretty sure his confidence is a great hint that he doesn’t have complaints in the bedroom.

He’s barking orders at his cell and I’m glad it’s not me on the receiving end. Bear with a sore head certainly suits his mood this past forty-eight hours. The lawyers are moaning and whining in the next room over his absence, and I’m sitting here waiting with pen in hand for the notes he wants me to take.

It’s after lunch and I’m hungry. We haven’t stopped to eat yet and my hair is sticking to my face in this oppressive heat. I regret not being able to tie it up and keep blowing it away.

We’re back in Vegas, same business, second time round and I wasn’t prepared for the soaring temperatures. I move in my jacket uncomfortably and catch another glare.

God’s sake!

He’s been all over me these past two days, tugging my hands out of my hair, slapping my fingers when I play with my pen, now I’m getting the eye assault for moving in my chair.

What’s eating grouchy?

I’m the model of professionalism ninety-nine percent of the time, he can’t be pissed over the one percent which fidgets under duress. Especially when he’s the cause of it.

“Emma?” He barks and snaps my attention up.

“What?” I sound equally narky, he’s been a bastard since the flight, he can have some nark back at him. He glowers at my tone of voice.

“I need those memos resent to Walters in New York; the idiot’s lost them on the system.” He’s still glaring like that’s my fault.

Great!

I sigh heavily and pull out my tablet, but he kicks my foot under the table, making me jump.

react more from the fright than any actual pain,

and I bite my

What the actual hell?

was that for?” I

pouting … and rolling your fucking eyes when I tell you to do something.” He snaps angrily and slumps back to

whole new level of pissed off, it

Fuck off!

about everything. He’s made me redo a million menial tasks that my assistant could have dealt with and he’s snarked at me incessantly.

love of

the moods of the last two days

kicking me breaks all sorts of employment rules,” I hiss. Throwing

the boss will get your

flirty or fun jokey moods. If there wasn’t a room of stuffed shirts five feet away through a glass door right now, I would have chucked my pen at

and mouth “Whatever you command!” I resist the urge to stick my fingers up at him. Once again, he’s back giving someone else a hard time on the cell, my own vibrates and

“Emma Anderson.”

need your help with some

has she? What the hell is

“Go ahead.”

through her concerns about some other matters and sign off. I like Rosalie, she’s precious, although she lacks initiative and confidence. If Jake has been

and never went through me, I normally do all of that so I can instruct

guess because he can barely talk to me without

any calls. I need to wrap this up.” He gives me a dark look, devoid of any

Jerk.

have this meeting finished pronto. I shake my head at his back and concentrate on not sticking my

I swipe it open. I flinch at the name which appears on screen and my insides

Marissa Hartley.

Jesus Christ!

glance over at him, through the glass door, trying to figure out if I should ignore it. I decide against it and then answer, my nosiness getting the better of me and I

Emma Anderson

she sounds shocked to find me on the other