The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 48

How far from the hotel did we stray? Seems like an eternity.

I need to get out of this stifling car. Take deep breaths to both cool and calm myself.

“You’re all of those things, Emma, and I think partly, because of the shit you endured.” He sighs heavily. He truly doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“You’re also allowed to be human and … vulnerable … You’re allowed to let someone in. Let me in!” he’s almost pleading at me.

“Not with my job, Mr. Carrero.” I smile emptily, my voice lighter while trying to sound normal, wishing to end the tension between us. Even though he doesn’t reciprocate, his eyes soften, and I wipe away my tears, turning to him once again. Calm and in control once more.

“Even with your job,” he answers gently, reaching out and taking my fingers in his tenderly, entwining them with mine and leaving our hands on the leather seat between us. I don’t look down, but the warmth of his touch sends a small reassurance through me. Fully bringing me to calm.

“I think the boss would soon have something to say if I reverted to some feeble, emotional victim who wept over old scars, don’t you?” I smile, hoping to turn this conversation back to our usual banter. Release this heavy fog like tension around us.

“The boss would be an idiot if he did.” He looks over at me, a hint of a sad flicker. No fun and flirty from Jake, he’s still in serious mode.

“My boss is sometimes an idiot.” I flutter at him cheekily. “He gets me drunk, irrationally drunk and lets me fall apart when he should know better.”

“Maybe getting you drunk is the only time you’re truly yourself around him. That, and it’s easier to seduce you when you can’t see straight.” Finally, I catch that glint of cheeky in his eye. He visibly relaxes into casual pose.

“So, you planned on getting me drunk, Mr. Smooth? To take advantage of me!” I shake my head, mood fully restored to tipsy mellow, everything fading away, and I’m glad that we’ve steered away from emotional topics. This weird habit we have of going from fire to soft lapping waves in a flash.

“No … Maybe … Yes. Damn, you caught me!” he’s smiling, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and I know he’s still digesting what he’s learned about me. I didn’t want him to know any of that stuff. I want to take it all back.

What does he see now? Damaged goods … Some pathetic little girl that men tried to molest. A slutty girl who encouraged it maybe? Her own father couldn’t even look at her, was too disgusted to want her.

That inner shame and self-loathing rising out from the fiery depths once more and I swallow it down.

“I don’t want to do this, Jake.” I utter quietly. Looking down at our hands, held together so weirdly fitted and snug.

“What? Snuggle in the cab? Let me take advantage of you?” he glances at me a little unsurely. Humor evident, but not quite hitting the mark.

“This whole bonding over shitty childhood experiences … I want to take it all back, so you don’t know any of it.” I breathe out honestly, still holding his hand, still taking comfort from his touch. He’s my harbor in the storm right now.