The Carrero Effect (Carrero series book 1)

I take a deep breath of relief and try again to type this document out, meeting with my u

stant voice of Margot interrupts my concentration. I was unaware I’d been semi

e. Thank you.” The voice sounds distant and

l name, knowing she asked me to call her Margo.

ake mista

et back on quickly. Buttoning it up nervously as I walk t

where deep, to pull off the undaunted calm demeanor that I try to present at all times. My stomach-tu

slide in. Suddenly conscious of how short I am, even in my spike heels, next to he

ber two.” She smiles fondly at me and gestures me to come to her. I move beside

, pausing at the us

ing somet

om my research. He corrected many interviewers and I remember he likes t

ak as the object of my nerves gets out of his seat. This is what I’ve been afraid of!

who’s never doubted his own confidence or abilities. Someone who knew from early in life that he was devastating

all black; shirt and suit, minus a tie and top buttons open. The overall effect makes me

ez

et oddly masculine, hand. I’m painfully aware of the way my heart quickens, and my breath is slightl

alien to me and has me shifting on my own axis. I don’t like

is feeble. I’m so p

en eyes taking me in, leaving me no c

when she retires. I guess that means we should get better acquainted on a first name basis.” He throws me a charming, sof

men is it, Carrero? Melting the

warm in mine, and I’m starting to feel clammy. Anxious Emma pee

… Stay cool.

slight waver in my voice this time and I’m relieved. If anything, my year

sure me up. I guess he’s used to women going all weak-kneed and pie-eyed at his presence and it interests him that

his shoulders and toned body, straining behind the expensive clothing. I know from photographs he prefers more casual attire than suits and ties mo

mouth dries up fully. I’m blushing, heat emanating from my roots and scowl at my inner-adole

to get the moisture back into my parched mouth and keep my eyes off

realize it’s a touch of uncertainty. Mr. Carrero moves off to a bar at the rea

h

st with the hots for Mr. Carrero. Another

y up, trying to get back my professional air and grace. I hate that I’ve shown signs of bein

pression warm

m overthin

also reassuring. Just out of sight to my far left on the long cream Italian leather couch, the younger man is sitting

uld you be anymor

the Angry Birds music that Sarah loves to irritate me with. An annoying, immature game, although

a tall glass of something bubbly with ice. I take a sip and give him a grateful smile, expecting fla

t’s not i

surprise, but a tiny frown hits my brow b

this himself. Boo

e a soft smile again. I ignore the butterflies in

like a fourt

on his desk, body relaxed, and eyes fixed on me. Margo standing close by, listening. He is dis

don’t toy with the rim showing my nervous habits. I’m disappointed to be putting it down, it tasted amazing