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

“She called … she needs to speak to you.” I cover, hiding the tremor in my voice. He looks both instantly annoyed and something else… wary.

“When?” The dark look is back, I hope that means he’s not happy about her call and not that I forgot to tell him. Not that I could be blamed. I was unconscious after all.

“Before I … dramatically met the floor.” I try a small smile, but he doesn’t look pleased, he’s glowering, at me.

No … Too soon?

I think he’s displeased in general. He frowns and picks his cell up from the table, slides it open with one hand. I have a moment of panic, wondering if I exited his text box but he doesn’t react, so I guess I did.

That was close! Stupid, Emma, really stupid.

He’s still holding me, keeping me upright and quickly sits me down in the seat nearby, before he presses his cell screen.

He’s going to call her right now! … Right here, with me sitting beside him?

I squirm, sure I don’t want to witness this at all.

“Marissa … You called?” he doesn’t sound friendly. There’s a long pause as he listens, and I don’t want to be here. I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He may think we’re back to just PA and boss, but my heart says differently. “I told you,” he snarls.

He sounds different. I’ve never heard him in lover mode and he actually sounds annoyed, and in asshole Carrero mode, but hey ho.

I’ll call

glad I’ve never met him in lover mode, because he’s being quite pissy

what his dates get, then why

he paces back and forth listening. Like

okay … Don’t fucking cry …

to feign ignorance and seem like I’m engrossed in the edge of the table, picking at it. His voice was hushed, but not enough, so maybe he doesn’t know how much I heard. He casts a look at me warily and comes over to help me up when

Boss Carrero calling the shots. I don’t even react, just allow him to guide me and stay quiet. My head whirling with the

***

room. He ordered me to lay down and there’s a tray of half eaten food by the bed. He has a doctor coming, despite my protests

he’s calling her. I don’t know why, but from the moment I met her, I had this weird, gutsy inkling that

I just hate that he’s calling a woman, completely unable to control my jealous pain inside and that sucks

* * *

thirty minutes later as the doctor is wrapping

the verdict?” he sounds concerned. Well, maybe … Bossy

recovery.” The doctor beams at him confidently, her swathe figure in a nice fitted gray suit and she has a lovely face. I like this doctor; she has gentle hands and an easy manner that makes me relax under her

notice how attractive she

me she’d skipped meals and was overheated; I’m guessing she wasn’t drinking enough fluids either and she became a little overwhelmed. We need to take care of our bodies … She needs to acclimatize to Vegas weather, I think.” She throws me a wide smile and I return it; how

me closely. He doesn’t look convinced and I know he’s inwardly cursing me about how many times he’s told me I need to drink more water too. The man should

enough rest, she’s hotel bound until tomorrow, when we fly home,” he points out a