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.

that well fitted and obviously expensive tailored jacket he caught his breath on the most astounding pair of tits he had ever seen. Not overly huge, just 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

Fuck.

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

… Obviously! And she’s just not your usual type. New and exciting and you have been bored with the likes of women with

hell to not react as that face turned his way. She pretty much floored him with the biggest, softest, blue eyes he’d ever seen. An internal sort of gut-punching reaction he had never experienced in his life

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. She was beautiful in another way entirely, not in a fluffed and preened attractive but a real unapologetic, born to make men want her kind of way. Jake felt suddenly uncomfortable and let his eyes flicker back to that body, hoping to God he wasn’t showing just

his when she took it to shake, a little too fragile when dwarfed in his and he suddenly got the impression he might hurt her. A tense moment of doubt and

fuck, Jake? Seriously?

Car—” That voice distracted him again, drawing attention to that mouth. She had a soft,

Fuck.

she retires. I guess that means we should get better acquainted 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

but notice she wasn’t reacting to him the way women normally did. He had been too caught up in