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

Lingerie. Much more interesting.

He leaned in for it and winked Emma’s way cheekily, damn sure he was getting an eyeful of that baby. He held up a corset type thing, all lace and structure, and really wanted to not be picturing it on her right now, but his mind was making a good go of it. She whipped it out of his hands almost immediately and threw it off behind him toward a tall glass set of drawers with a hint of a blush. Not that he minded; his thoughts had definitely gone down the gutter, and that wasn’t a good thing.

“Most of it still has tags, Jake, she should return them.” She sounded childlike and almost hopeless. Lifting clothes up in frustration at him. Jake raised an eyebrow her way at the cuteness of that statement. The money he had Donna spend on clothes for Emma was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

“Just give them away, Emma, they’re already paid for.” He shrugged nonchalantly, sometimes he forgot that she didn’t come from his world. She fitted in so effortlessly, so graceful, and never balked around grandeur. She really was fucking perfect.

“Jake, there’s thousands of dollars’ worth of stuff here.” She sounded frustrated with him, but it only made him smile. She had no idea how cute she could be; one second all seductive and irresistible and the next childish and endearingly sweet, so much so it gave him the urge to squish her. Adorable was the only word he could conjure up for her sometimes. He had never been one to think any girl was that, but Emma sure was.

“And?” He just shrugged, he honestly didn’t care. It was just money.

“So, I should just donate it? … What I don’t need?” She asked sardonically, eyeing him up in her haughty PA way. She tried this look on him a hundred times a day, but it had zero effect. He found it entertaining that she could close down anyone in the building with a glare, yet to him, it was just amusingly cute as fuck.

“They’re your clothes, mio amore.” He shifted on the floor picking up another dress, this time having a closer look at it and looking at her as he tried to picture her in it. She threw him a disdainful look and started throwing items to the door for donating, a look on her face that almost said it was painful for her. Emma would need to get used to money if she was going to stick with him, he had no intention of seeing her live a life without it, even if she never saw him as anything more than a friend. He would always take care of her.

“You’ve never worn this?” He raised an eyebrow at her questioningly. It was pretty; somehow her. He wanted to see her wear it; red and floaty and short. Not too clingy yet romantic and something he had never seen her try.

good in red,

up to get a better idea

She smiled his way a

on our trip. Parade around on deck for me in it.” He put the dress on the bed to make sure it got kept with the clothes she was keeping, he wanted to see her in it more than anything. He wanted to see Emma

his edge? Libido wavering? Turning into

us?” she asked him nervously and it distracted him, he couldn’t help but feel the sunken weight at how nervous she seemed to

He tried to focus on the clothes on the floor rather than let her see that it disappointed him—he wanted

way with a furrowed brow, cuteness personified, and he had to fight the urge to smooth it out with

couple of the guys I sometimes take trips with, and whoever they want with them … I was thinking Leila Huntsberger, that way you could meet Sophie’s new sister.” He tried for nonchalant and seemed to pull it off, picking names right from the top of his head. Leila would like her, he could see them gelling and that made him happy. He wanted his friends to like her. Daniel had finally stopped leering her way whenever they crossed paths after more than a dozen

looked scared suddenly and that

Always a reminder of what they would

of this situation, annoyed and being an asshole. She hadn’t done anything wrong. “What do you think I’m going to do? Try to seduce my PA because we’re

… He just chose

Asshole.

through them, obviously avoiding his eye. He sighed at making her feel this way. Softening his tone and trying to stop

“Why?” he said softly.