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

I stand in the shower for an unbelievably long time, the hot water pouring down me, refreshingly, helps to push the nausea down. I’m aching at everything so familiar about being here, so many memories and thoughts of Jake beside me. I feel like I’ve woken inside a dream, some strange alternate reality where I never left, and this feels like where I should be. It’s disconcerting and doesn’t help my emotionally confused state of mind at all.

Fully cleansed of my shameful drunken night and drying myself I can hear noise in the apartment. The sound of music drifting though the walls and I know Jake must be back. I pause for a moment listening to the faint drifting of one of his favorite songs and the sound of a juicer going in the kitchen, emotion swirling in apprehension in my stomach. I’m nervous being here with him, being alone and having to face him.

I pull on an oversized white bath robe and wander cautiously out through to the large open-plan lounge, looking around for him, holding my breath. I’m like a jittery teen going on a first date.

He has his back to me, dressed in a fresh T-shirt and jeans and seems to be making a smoothie or some sort of healthy drink, the blender is going strong, so he doesn’t hear me approach. I can’t help but watch the way his strong wide shoulders move and flex under his body hugging T-shirt, or the way his arms and biceps tense and grow with every bend and stretch. His masculine mannerisms strong with effortless ease and grace, the signs of a man confident in himself without the malice of cocky arrogance.

I must admit, he’s the perfect specimen of manly form, just the thought of it makes me depressed. Every nerve in my body is torn between lust and betrayal, I want him, yet I don’t. I long for his touch yet I know it will only bring me pain. I miss those arms around me and those hands on me but know having them back would break me.

The machine stops, and I watch from the other side of the counter as he pours half into a tall glass before turning my way with a flicker of surprise.

“Hey, didn’t hear you coming through.” He smiles, in his shy and charmingly beautiful way; it has the same effect on me that it always has. I clamp my knee’s together as a wave of hot warmth rushes through my veins.

Seems he hasn’t lost that ability over me anyway.

nods toward the plate of croissants on the counter now covered in plastic wrap. I take the tall glass, carefully avoiding his hand so we don’t touch and

would do it for me; but I gasp and swallow hard

me with a slight frown, before getting me a glass of iced water

knows what to say first. I turn away from him around the room to find something to rest my eyes on that isn’t six feet two, sexy as hell, with an ability to break me into a million pieces. I can feel his body heat across the kitchen bar and the tingle of

gently, confused by this unusual fact. He frowns at me for a

to go in there at all.” He

to break loose and clear my throat to try to shift them

home. The bag is by the bedroom door.” He nods toward the pink hold all that belongs to Sarah, changing the subject quickly and I smile gratefully;

a choice.” I smirk at him and catch the tension in his face ease a little. Trying to lighten

devilish smile melts the pain in my heart slightly, and I slide off the chair. Jake’s trying for the light easy humor we used to have, it’s a little

the hint of disappointment across in his face. Jake used to love me in nothing more than bathrobes; easy to peel apart and access me underneath. This is a sign of how things are between us and without trying to wound

brave smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. I nod and move off, grabbing the bag as I pass, trying to remove the spike

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deliberate, or Sarah had chosen it, but I’m