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

The hotel restaurant is bustling despite the earliness of the day. Daniel was quick to invite a leggy blonde beauty to join us for breakfast and is currently trying to feed the poor bimbo strawberries, managing to drop most into her exposed cleavage and fish them out manually. It’s cringe worthy. Jake watches him with a serious frown creasing his brow and he eye rolls every time Daniel swoops in for another berry. We both know he’s using the girl as padding, so Jake won’t bring Leila, up again. That sweet bundle of blonde, Daniel is hopelessly in love with. Jake has pretty much got nowhere with him on that front.

The girl giggles hopelessly, pretending to be embarrassed but the look on her face shows she isn’t shy about it at all. Jake looks down and starts flicking through his phone with one hand, answering messages from his little brother, coffee held in the other while I eat my pancakes beside him. We’ve been here around a half hour and conversation has been strained. Jake stuck on wanting to talk and Daniel doing his absolute best to make it impossible.

I’m tired today, happy to sit in silence and eat while Jake’s beside me, absorbed in Arrick, on his cell and Daniel’s acting like a complete sleaze in a five-star hotel’s dining room.

I catch the girl throwing a flirty look Jake’s way for the fiftieth time as Daniel’s mouth heads back to her cleavage, my inner rage washing over me. It’s obvious that despite being Daniel’s date and allowing him to eat food from her boobs she has the hots for Jake and a hope he might be interested.

My Jake … My man!

I glare at her coolly, wondering if stabbing a fake breast with a fork would cause an explosion of silicon. I’m hardly able to conceal my jealousy as I stare at her across the table, yet she seems completely oblivious or just doesn’t care. Jake’s movement catches my eye, he puts his cup down, scratches his chin absent mindedly, stretches out his jaw in such a typically male way, his eyes still glued to his phone, unaware of the devastating effect any of his little macho mannerisms have on the female population. I catch her staring openly at him, her lips parting, her eyes growing heavy with desire. The anger inside me snaps finally and I throw down my fork and stand up fast.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” I smile tightly, voice laced with venom. Jake’s questioning look comes to meet me, seeing the direction of my glare, he looks across and catches the she devil’s lusty focus on him. She has the nerve to bite her lip and wink, Daniel’s face fully buried in her bust.

Ugghh.

by the wrist, yanks me down toward his face and hits me with a jaw dropping kiss that’s a bit too steamy for a morning breakfast table. It makes my knees go weak and I almost end up in his lap, my face flushing with heat at having to grab his upper arms to steady myself. Releasing me finally, I’m left panting, he smacks my ass firmly and loudly as I attempt to walk off, pulling a shocked giggle from me. Jake’s devilish smile and

Not interested, sister!

little annoyed. She looks utterly disgusted. My inner Emma swells with satisfaction, he’s no

perfect for me. All my crazy

oozing boredom now Daniel has lost interest in her “assets” and Jake’s given her zero attention. I slide down beside him, instantly smiling as his arm comes around my shoulders, pulling me over to him, he shifts in his chair so that he can stay this way, me nestled in and continues talking to Daniel. I take a moment to look the bimbo up and down

about baseball still. “Guy hits worse than a girl.” Jake motions for the waitress to refill the coffee mugs and sits back as she leans

clueless. Just stick with jumping out of perfectly good airplanes and leave the baseball to real men.” Daniel swipes his mug and starts downing the refill. I move to the side as the waitress leans in to fill mine up with

a checklist.” Jake leans out and flicks Daniel on

shove Jake’s elbow playfully, catching his animated expression, he’s entering childish Carrero mode and Daniel has no chance against

sports better than you do too.” He slides his mug back on the table and barely glances toward bimbo, she’s making motions as if to

Jake. “You, on the other hand …” I throw him a questioning

retorts in defensive

Jake interjects on my behalf, almost in