The Carrero Effect - Falling for the Boss (Billionaire CEO) novel Chapter 56

After lunch, Jake takes us ashore on the speedboat which is moored to the back of the yacht. He doesn’t say anything again about my hair, whether I should cut it or not, and I don’t bring it up. He has a car and driver waiting on land to take us anywhere we desire, and leaves us with a goodbye at the port, and orders to call him when we’re returning.

He hands me a credit card which I try to push back at him but meet his death glare. I know better than to argue with that look. I slide it in my bag, knowing better than to push when he made it clear before we came here that this was all on him. That if I even mentioned paying for a single thing, he would tie me up and dump me in the ocean. Jake’s funny about very few things, but women paying is a strong dislike. He likes to be the traditional, chivalrous gentleman. Some may think it chauvinist, and maybe it is, but it’s a Jake characteristic. Brought up in an old-fashioned Italian family paying for everything when a girl is with him is natural to him. There’s no arguing with it.

I’m excited and apprehensive about a shopping spree, spending time alone with this girl I just met. I don’t really hang out with women, apart from Sarah, and even then, it’s been so long since we did. I don’t do social outings and girly shopping days. I never did. Sarah was always more of a tomboy type, with movies and baseball games.

Leila soon puts me at ease with her never-ending chatter. She catches my heart with talk of Sophie almost immediately even though she only met her briefly, but I can tell that Leila will be a good, protective, older sister.

Her mother sounds amazing. A woman who adopted five children from varying backgrounds, loves and raises them all like her own, and is the most maternal woman you will ever meet, according to Leila. It is obvious she adores her.

She drags me into a couple of boutiques, swanning over rails of high price tag dresses. I don’t need any more clothes; Donna has made sure of that and I already know most of the items she bought me carry tags higher in price than anything here. Jake is rather indulgent on that front.

I wonder what he’ll be like as a husband, should he ever find the inclination to marry. I can see him as a spoiler of his wife, money no object and the inability to say, “No” to what she wants. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I don’t like the idea of Jake marrying some woman and doting on her with gifts and clothes.

“Here we are.” Leila announces proudly as we stand in front of a classy looking building with tinted windows and potted bushes at either side of the door. It’s a bit Mediterranean-twee yet somehow not.

“Where?” I ask, confused, looking around.

“Best salon in the Caribbean … come and meet Andre.” She beams, a huge bright flash of white, neat teeth and charm, and drags me inside the cool, air-conditioned building.

Our sandals echo on the tiled floor and there’s a strong chemical smell in the air. We’re greeted by a round man in a Hawaiian shirt and a bald, shaved head as he waves his arms around energetically at the sight of her, before they embrace excitedly amid air kisses. It’s obvious they have met before. Many times. The cooing and crooning which follow make it abundantly clear that Andre is very gay, and his personality is just infectious.

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An hour or so later I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, unsure how to feel as Leila and Andre gush over my new hair. It’s cut to shoulder length, but the natural wave of my hair has pulled it up by a couple of inches, the weight which had kept it straighter now gone. It’s lying in natural beachy waves, framing my face and he has lightened my tawny color with some sheer highlights, so I am transformed. Younger, softer, blonder.

I shake my head, enjoying it moving around my face freely as it’s different. So un-me. This is a huge step; cutting away my security, so that it hangs loose around me at all times, too short to really tie up in the way I always did. I wonder how often I’ll have Jake pull my hands out of my hair now, when I fidget.

This was such a dumb idea.

I am all big eyes and pouty lips now, more like a vulnerable child.

“I love it … You look super sexy yet, adorable still!” Leila grins at me via my reflection, and Andre nods in agreement. I grimace but show nothing on my face. Instead I plaster on a bright, fake smile as though I agree while my stomach churns unsurely.

“I guess, I’ll get used to it.” I try for a bright tone with a smile. Completely torn about what I really think as I stare back at the stranger in the mirror. She’s pretty.

“Jake will go pie-eyed for it, trust me. You look so hot!” Leila giggles connecting with my eye in the mirror, catches my blush and I try to push it away.