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

The Carrero Influence

~ The Dance ~

Jake shifted in his seat for the millionth time and tried once more to get his brain to focus on the laptop on the highly polished walnut surface. He just couldn’t keep himself on track lately.

The sound of a female clearing her throat startled him to look up and the impatient stance of Margo waving a piece of paper with a raised eyebrow suggested she had been talking to him while he was zoned out.

“Sorry. What?” He frowned and sighed heavily, pushing himself back into his molded leather chair and rolled up his shirt sleeves in agitation.

“For God’s sake, Jacob. I’ve been here for three minutes talking at you. You need to just bloody well call her.” Margo’s stern tone did nothing to help his current mood, and he just shifted forward again to try to ignore that intent, chastising glare. He went to his laptop, ducking his head in an attempt to dodge her blue eyes and typed something aimlessly.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about. And less of the Jacob.” He shrugged with one shoulder and pushed images of Emma from his head for the millionth time. He wondered if maybe he should remind Margo that personal relationship aside, he was still her boss.

Damn Emma for always being inside his head.

it is pretty obvious you crossed the line with her, problem being that for some stupid reason you then let her go, or should I say pushed her away.” Margo moved toward him and perched her tight-skirted ass on his desk the way Emma used to do anytime they had time

head to dislodge it from his mind’s eye and instead

covered his hand with hers and stopped him from continuing. He yanked his hands free, agitated, pushing back his chair

that line again. Why are we even talking about this? Is there something I can actually help you with?” He stomped back to his seat, not sure what the hell he was even doing and slumped back down,

like dealing with the Giovanni stubbornness in you, short-sighted and pig-headed to boot!” She threw the paper she had been waving

they?” He genuinely had no

see you.” Margo didn’t wait for a response, she was turning on her heel and moodily trotting out on stilettos that made an echoing clip-clop at speed.

It was futile, she was waving him away and playing deaf. She kicked his outer door shut to emphasize that she was still seriously furious with him. He had endured weeks of her snippy attitude and stern chastising already, he had no clue why he hadn’t fired her ass for it. Probably because deep down he knew he deserved it, he had

lifted the tickets again and read over the name printed clearly in gold foiling, a thumb tracing her first name slowly as that familiar

back covering his face with the back of his hands and sighing. He had no idea if she would even go to the dance but part of him wanted it to be her choice if she did. He wanted to see her, yet he didn’t, because

moved his hands she was retreating to her own part of the office carrying the sheet of paper and still freezing him out. He rolled his eyes and thought better of trying to chastise her about this ongoing behavior. Margo was like a second mother

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