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

Fuck’s sake, Carrero.

The name Emma swam in his mind’s eye and he found himself sounding it out, he liked it. Short and sort of soft, in a way. Easy to remember.

Do you want to see me tonight? I really like being with you xxx T.

“Yes, Mrs. Drake.” The voice coming back from the intercom distracted him from replying momentarily; sultry and sort of cute, if he had to describe it and he completely forgot what he was about to respond to T. He definitely had some sort of internal reaction to the sound of her and that wasn’t an entirely good thing. Frowning it away, he focused back on his phone and typed out a response, this one had already met the limit of interest, a week quicker than most and the thought of fucking her again did nothing for him all of a sudden.

Look, sweetheart, it’s been fun. Let’s part as friends and just agree to see each other around. x J

He knew cutting them loose before things got emotional was the best bet and this one had clingy written all over her. He didn’t do relationships, and he certainly didn’t keep the same chick hanging on for weeks on end.

“Ah, Emma, here you are.” Margo purred with a voice laced in adoration, this girl obviously had his second in command wrapped around her little finger already, which was unusual for Margo. The woman didn’t sway easily. Pushing his phone back into his inner pocket and ignoring the buzz of a reply from T, he inclined his head a little in interest at whoever was obviously winning over his assistant and his body paused.

soft and inviting and barely concealed under the low-cut jacket and soft silk blouse. Not much on show, but enough to pique his interest. If he was being honest, then a hell of a lot more interest than he had managed to conjure for any girl in a heck of a long time and that was disturbing. If he had met her anywhere else but here, she wouldn’t still be dressed right now. A graceful creamy neck that looked seriously touchable and he could imagine holding her around it to push her against a wall

Fuck.

your new assistant in training. Your new number two.” Margo smiled his way, and he realized he was staring; she hadn’t caught him yet and she sure as hell wouldn’t. He wasn’t some prepubescent teen with zero skills. Looking down at the floor he could already feel himself instinctively taking calming breaths, regaining composure quickly with all the skill

your usual type. New and exciting and you have been bored with the likes of women with forgettable names and no

side, and extending his hand out toward her politely, trying like hell to not react as that face turned his way. She pretty much floored him with

updo of soft hair, yet you could still see the girl was pretty. God, he would go as far as saying this one was beautiful, and that was rare coming from him. He had seen and bedded enough models over the years to stop being pulled in by symmetrical features and so-called perfection.

hurt her. A tense moment of doubt and he loosened his grip instinctively. Little delicate hands, perfect pastel manicured nails, free from any jewelry. He

the fuck, Jake? Seriously? Hand

that mouth. She had a soft, sultry tone to her

Fuck.

on a first name basis.” Jake smiled involuntarily at the hint of knowing her better, his mind immediately dragging her to his desk and most definitely not being allowed to take it any further. He needed to get control of the raging hormones and accept that she was obviously fuckable. He wanted her, she was piquing some primal interest in

him the way women normally did. He had been too caught up in what she was doing to him to notice and, now he did, it irked