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

Entering the dining room so late in the morning feels like a huge giveaway as to what we’ve been doing but I’m glad to see it’s absolutely deserted. Jake’s walking behind me with his hands on my shoulders and is much more relaxed, he’s practically horizontal now, his mood is so mellow. I guess finally making me orgasm multiple times has him in a much better mood, all my inner thoughts and emotions no longer a hurdle when he started making love to me again. In fact, his confessions had only made me extra responsive to his touch and barely able to last minutes before the first waves had overtaken me.

He kisses me on the back of the head before letting go and taking my hand to lead me to a sunny breakfast room laid with bowls and cereal. Almost as soon as we sit a maid comes in bringing us hot plates of pancakes, eggs, sausages, and bacon and a fresh bowl of sliced fruit. He doesn’t even acknowledge the girl, but I smile warmly at her with thanks.

“That’s really rude you know?” I chastise him lightly, sitting opposite him and watching him lift his mug as he scans the newspaper and picks up his phone.

“What is?” He looks up from the phone in his hand with a quizzical expression.

“Not thanking people for bringing you food.”

“It’s her job, she does it several times a day … If I thanked her for every time she served us something she would think I fancied her.” He grins at me cheekily but is met only with my unamused frown. I shouldn’t be testy about a lifetime of being blind to the people who serve him. He hasn’t known any other life except the one with money and servants.

“She’s still a person, Jake … An employee. No different to what I was to you.” I point out, a surge of irritation and that weird overreactive feeling again. I don’t know if it’s all that’s going on lately that has me so touchy. My emotions and moods had been erratic to say the least.

“You know as well as I do no one could ever compare to what you were to me … Are to me.” His intense look floors me, yet this time when the girl brings the pitcher of fresh orange juice, he thanks her with a winning smile, which makes me smile too. Satisfied I have that effect on him. The girl blushes and twirls off, almost skipping away.

“I bet I find her naked in my bed later.” He points out sardonically, but I glower at him and shake my head.

“Being a gentleman doesn’t automatically encourage sexual advances.” I scold but then bite my tongue when our server returns with the day’s newest papers and lingers a little too long next to Jake with a very improper twinkle in her eye. I sigh and look away, resisting the urge to throw my plate at her head.

at me fully with a raised know-it-all eyebrow and ignoring her completely. His reputation even in this house preceding him. She moves away and then a thought

staff?” I wince at the jealousy in

always be this

a smirk on his face. Dragging out the silence a

he’s enjoying this!

any employees until you.” He throws me a wink then settles down to start stuffing his face heartily. That appetite as always is huge. If Jake didn’t work out religiously then I am sure that huge muscular

I assume?” I snort haughtily, annoyed with the fact

I don’t care what a girl does as a job or what she earns, I don’t however like messy lawsuits over the misuse of my position or shocking headlines … Anymore.” He throws me

some amendments under the

thing the second I knew I was going to chase you to the ends of the earth. Technically you haven’t been an employee for a very long time.” He winks, and my face drops. I’m not sure if he is being serious or not, his face giving nothing

warily. Surely Jake really wouldn’t have done something so underhanded as to remove me as an employee of Carrero Corporation.

mouthfuls and carries on digging in, turning over the paper to the business section and dipping his

my head at my own stupidity. “I still got paid every month, I’m pretty sure legal wouldn’t dish out

He grins without looking up. I pick up a grape and toss it at him, hitting him in

never tell!” I

my head knowing only too well it would never stop the tornado that is Jake Carrero. He smiles at me and tosses the grape, which had rolled to his lap, on to the table, leaning over to dump some fruit on my plate and steals a bit of my syrup-soaked

* * *

the gardens in the sunshine, enjoying the quiet before the rush of people getting up. It seems most of the Carrero family eat in bed on weekends and stay out of sight until afternoon. All of them work and have demanding careers so they use this time when they are all together to be lazy and relax. This big