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

He opens it once he pulls the pants on and stops to talk to whoever is on the outside, keeping it closed enough to conceal the bedroom, conceal me in stages of undress. I can only hear mumbles. I wait with my towel around me, unsure if I should dress, unsure if he’ll come back to what we were doing. My body feels like liquid, I’m sure if I look in the mirror I’ll be glowing and flushed and showing signs of having been ravaged. I’m breathless as hell and overheated.

He laughs, and it catches my attention. I love his laugh, it’s so deep and carefree and male, yet there’s a hint of boyishness to his normally husky tone when he laughs. I could close my eyes and listen to it forever.

He shuts the door and turns around to see where I’ve gone, his gaze returning to lust when he catches me still draped in my skimpy covering. I’m surveying my clothes in the open cupboard in a bid to decide if I’m to get dressed or get back on the bed. He inhales deeply as though trying to calm his inner libido with a hint of disappointment on his face.

“We need to continue this later … I forgot Daniel was here.” He grins, and I flush with embarrassment.

Oh, my god, how loud was I? Did he hear that?

I’m beyond mortified.

“He’s coming to LA with me, bella … Seeing as you won’t.” He throws me a wary look but I only nod. Trying to ignore that remark. I don’t like Daniel much right now, I don’t like his influence over Jake, well the influence he had in the past, before us, and I don’t like the fact he’s just royally hurt my friend. We still have to talk about that.

I need to show Jake that I’m capable of trusting him; up until now it’s been easy, we’ve been together every second, there hasn’t been a need to test the limits of my trust. Going to LA with Daniel is going to be a test and it terrifies me. I don’t want my inner doubts and anxiety to affect my relationship with him, my mind acting as my own worst enemy and obsessing over the man-whore he used to be, especially when he’s going to see her.

“When will you get back?” I ask, trying to steer the conversation to neutral territory, to avoid any subject that may let jealous Emma rear her head and show her full ugliness.

first time we ever went to his father’s boat as friends. “Here … I like this on you.” He hands it to me and kisses me on the cheek with a look that says ‘please’. He knows better than to make demands on my

down if we keep at it. What can I say? He’s a little jealous that you get to have all of this.” He gestures down his naked torso with a wink and I just roll my eyes in response. He bends down, fishing out the silver sandal wedges I wore with this dress on the boat, I’m awed

then to remember every detail of my

feels like cashmere; another Donna Moore purchase on Jake’s expense account, his personal shopper for all things Emma-related, it seems. It’ll take some of the formal out

him less intimidating and more approachable. He walks off with his clothes into the bathroom leaving the door open and the buzz of his shaver goes on. He never fully shaves, just keeps his stubble trimmed for that sexy, designer look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without a five o’clock shadow since the day I met him. Margo, my old mentor and now his PA once more, told me that he feels like he looks like a kid when he shaves it all off, that clean-shaven baby-faced look is just so not him anyway. It also doesn’t last as his dark hair and Italian roots means it grows in fast through the day and never fully looks gone, even if he were to

my damp hair and blow drying it fast, the one good thing about my shorter wavy hair is it requires no maintenance, it styles itself. I throw on the most basic of make-up and a spritz of perfume

my hand and brings it to his mouth, gently kissing my knuckles in a very gentlemanly fashion. “Have you got everything?” His eyes focus on mine, today they look hazy, softer green with hints of silver flecks, relaxed and happy. I nod, lifting my handbag from the

is lounging on one of the long, low couches using his phone, dressed in practically identical attire to Jake. Either it’s this season’s hot look or we have a little bit of imitation going on and I can hazard a guess

rarely see. It annoys him that when Daniel comes over,

extending his middle finger toward him. The nature of their friendship has always amused me. Jake still has my hand, pulling me with him as he leads the way to

the exception. Men still make me cringe; I recoil at

two black clad security men in the outer hall and smile our goodbyes when I catch a glimpse of Nora teetering into another room further down, she has a hoover in hand, off to tend to this apartment and go about her day. I sometimes forget how

as Daniel gets extremely close to my rear nearing the door, so close he’s almost spooning me from behind. His phone in hand, he’s focused on the screen and walking faster than

him in the shoulder playfully, knocking him backward and pulls me to his