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.

impulsively firing the best assistant you ever had means nothing. Look … you may not want to spell things out to me, but 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

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

yanked his hands free, agitated, pushing back his chair and getting up to walk up and down the length of his windows, finding no peace in

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, creasing his

to like dealing with the Giovanni stubbornness in you, short-sighted and pig-headed to boot!” She threw the paper she had been waving around in her hand on top of his laptop keyboard distastefully. Taking them idly he noticed tickets stapled to the top corner with Emma’s name printed

they?” He

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. She was still pissed at him, had been since she came back and found out what he

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 behaved like an asshole and Margo was only thinking about Emma and how this must hurt her. All he had

name slowly as

covering his face with the back of his hands and sighing. He had no idea if she would even go to

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

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