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.

skinny in that gaunt, supermodel way, she wasn’t even that tall, but she had the kind of curves that were made for holding onto and definitely his kind of thing. She was pretty tiny as women went, but that only added to the whole effect. Moving further up past 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

Fuck.

and she sure as hell wouldn’t. He wasn’t some prepubescent teen with

… Obviously! And she’s just not your usual type. New and exciting and you have been bored with the likes of women with forgettable names and no

his neck from side to 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 the biggest, softest, blue eyes he’d ever seen. An internal sort of gut-punching reaction he had never experienced in his life and had no idea what to do with. It momentarily

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

soft and small in 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 he loosened his grip instinctively. Little delicate hands, perfect pastel manicured nails, free from any jewelry. He found

fuck, Jake? Seriously? Hand fetish

She had a soft, sultry tone to

Fuck.

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 and accept that she was obviously fuckable. He wanted her, she was piquing some primal interest in him and as soon as he accepted that and got over the fact he would never go there, they

that voice, and he couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t reacting to him the way women normally did.