The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 174

I finally appraise myself in the mirror, smoky eyed make-up, and full red lips flawless. Killer blush on my perfectly made up face. My see-through under dress over black lace lingerie which has pushed and perked everything up. High cut lines and seductive contouring making my body look awesome. I topped it all off with lace edge top black stockings, suspenders, and a look on my face of pure unadulterated lust.

I slide my feet into the black stilettos I take everywhere, like a security blanket; and spritz perfume on across my bulging cleavage. This underwear does me wonders so I spill seductively, straining breasts above the low cut of the dress and I bronze between them to enhance them some more.

Can always use a little extra help.

The panties are a thong that shows clearly under the shimmering dress, everything made for seduction and I’m mighty pleased with myself.

Look at you go, girl.

I pick up my phone with a smile. I’ve been up here for about an hour and a half now, there isn’t much time before dinner tonight. Most of the company get changed into formal attire to eat, according to Sylvana. So, if I ask him to come zip me up then he will just assume I’m dressing for dinner. I text him and wait, standing in the center of the room, my blonde hair extra wild and falling over one eye, one hand on my hip as I pose.

I need your assistance in zipping up my dress for dinner, and your opinion as to whether I’m underdressed. xxx

My dress for dinner is laid across the bed and if I fail at my before dinner seduction then it will easily pull over what I’m wearing, leaving him a clear image throughout the meal. The dress for dinner is one of his favorites, classy, black, and tight. I’m betting on succeeding and skipping dinner altogether though.

He walks in after a few minutes, adjusting a cufflink and pauses, faced with me standing sexily, legs apart and hands on hips, jutting out my bust toward him with a look of ‘fuck me’ on my face. He regards me up and down, slowly, and physically changes into immediate apprehension as I see the confidence waver in his eye. I’ve at least thrown him, so I give myself brownie points for that. He moves past me, his eyes unable to tear free, saying nothing but goes and picks my dress off the bed and holds it out to me at a distance. His face is such a picture of confusion it makes me inwardly smile.

“Maybe I need help putting it on.” I bite my lip seductively and his mouth parts in response, he sighs heavily. Those green eyes are dark and heavy, he can’t conceal his longing from me.

Casanova Carrero where have you gone?

He looks almost nervous, like a tongue-tied teen. I’m waiting on him, starting to fumble with the dress, he looks ready to combust. He’s never met overly sexual and forward Emma. I’m kind of liking her.

Was it really only five minutes ago that all sex abhorred me, and I kept everyone at a firm distance? Look at me now.