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

She seemed to get on with Leila effortlessly, and he was glad that out of all the girls here she had chosen her. They gelled, and it was nice to see because he knew Leila was one of the few decent girls who was genuine in this lifestyle. She would stick up for her and defend her with honesty if the catty other two started that shit again.

Jake hauled her up to dance when the band came out and it was pretty obvious Emma had gone beyond tipsy. He had danced with her a million times at events and never had she been this useless. He couldn’t stop laughing and having to grab onto her to support her every two seconds as she kept falling off her shoes. She was all over the place and even when he pulled her against him suggestively she somehow ended up teetering all over the place unable to stop swaying. The temptation to wrap his arms around her fully and put her on top of his shoes so she could stay at peace was killing him. She was so much sexier like this, fully trusting in him to put hands on her wherever he saw fit, but he was trying to be a gentleman. So hard to do when the girl was grabbing his hands and pulling them to her body in a way too sexy dance, the drunker she got. Emma was outright flirting with him now she was drunk, and he wanted nothing more than to just stop caring and go with it.

“Your moves are terrible when you’re plastered, shorty.” He spun her around, catching her from the back and pulling her against him. Hips swaying in time and his arms firmly around her, he knew he had to get them off this dance floor before the gentleman in him fucked off completely.

“Shhhh. I’m doing just fine.” She slurred playfully. Giggling at him and just making him smile all the more.

God, he loved her.

“Sure, you are. The second I let go, you’ll facepalm the deck. I’m all that’s keeping you upright.” He joked with her, her hair was just under his chin and smelled like tropical fruit and her and just made him want to taste her all the more.

“I’m sure I wouldn’t … You’re exaggerating my drunkenness.” She purred demurely, turning in his arms and giving him a gentle chest shove. “Let me go and see.” She challenged him and that inner boy of his lifted his hands with a shrug and a smile and stepped back to leave her to it and prove a point. She attempted a step away sassily and stumbled over her own heels immediately, Jake’s quick reflexes catching her and pulling that delicate curvy body into his with a tug to save her. He had to steel the surge of lust at pulling every one of them damn curves against him so fully.

at her and let her loose

wink and pulling her back in for another slow groove. Another bout of Emma’s terrible balancing act but he didn’t care, it was an excuse to hold her a little closer and enjoy how she felt

way. He could take advantage of it or he could do the decent thing and put her down. Grudgingly he chose the decent thing

freaking cute for words. Too

just a look whether she meant it or not and he had no will to ever refuse that face. He slid an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to support her and possibly take advantage of holding her once more. He couldn’t help but listen to her drunken rambling with a smile, she was making very little sense, but he

talked incessantly, in fact, she didn’t talk enough if he was being honest. Emma was reserved most of the time, even in conversation and he liked the version that appeared when drunk. That version of her let any damn thing out of her head as soon as it hit her brain and that was a girl he was

her waist to the others who were mid-story about a trip they had taken last summer. Jake could hear Hunter reminiscing over the Ibiza party they had thrown for his birthday, that one time they had ended up drunkenly stealing Jet skis and going on a middle of the night adventure while too

guided Emma to the group of standing men this time, instead of the seats where Marissa had switched to one directly beside where he had been, sliding a casual arm around her shoulders and pulling her close so she would stay away from that vicious look Marissa had all over her face. Emma didn’t seem to notice his over-familiar handling of her, so he took that as encouragement that she was fine with being a little manhandled. He handed her a drink and leaned in to catch up with what his friends were talking about. Leila was on her feet too, standing between the twins, and he couldn’t help noticing that Daniel was avoiding looking her way. The boy was completely hopeless when it came to Leila, and he wished he would just sort his act out and tell the girl how he really felt about

can make it … and he goes speeding off on his fucking jet ski, right in … doesn’t give a fuck.” They all burst into laughter and looked toward Jake as Daniel patted his back. Jake was trying to remember the point in the story and mildly aware Marissa was trying to catch his eye again, he ignored her best he could but she was making him uncomfortable with the efforts she was applying

taking a swig of his beer and relaxing as he felt Emma’s

love.” Richard broke in, stifling a grimace as Daniel

you,” Daniel