Captivated: Complete Series

By Alexis Blake

Here, presented in one volume, are the four stories that comprise the ‘Captivated’ Series, a passionate and evocative romance by Alexis Blake.

Holly Masters has never met her other boss, the mysterious Mr. Ian Wexler, one of the two senior partners of the prestigious law firm Burnham & Wexler. But that doesn’t stop her from developing a special fascination with him – the idea of a young, wealthy and handsome jet setting lawyer was becoming a bit of guilty fantasy for her and she was dying to meet him.

Until one day, when meeting with the firm's partner Frank Burnham in his office, Ian witnesses Holly's insolent behaviour as she interrupts their meeting, accusing Frank of mistreating a co worker.

Now with her job on the line and her heart in her throat, Holly agrees to meet him for drinks to discuss her future with the firm She doesn’t realize what Ian wants most is to see just how far she will go to please him. Just when she thinks that she has succeeded, he whips out his punishment box and challenges Holly to keep playing his game. But in playing his games, will Holly push Ian too far? Could she lose him before she ever really has him?

This ebook contains very hot and explicit descriptions of romantic activity. Only mature readers should download this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Hearts Romance
• Release date: Dec 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311623232

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Captivated

Published by Alexis Blake

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Copyright © 2013 Alexis Blake

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All characters depicted are 18 years or older.

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Table of Contents

Captivated Book 1

Captivated Book 2

Captivated Book 3

Captivated Book 4

Captivated Book 1

Ms. Masters, may I see you for a moment? Frank Burnham asked in clipped tones.

Holly shot Janine a sideways glance as she passed by her friend’s cubicle. Smoothing her hands down her sleek brown hair, her heels barely made a sound as she sauntered toward the senior partner’s office. She was a temp, and only that by a stroke of strange luck, but she really needed this job to become permanent.

Burnham and Wexler was a midtown law firm that handled an array of corporate accounts, everything from Tinko’s Toys to Swanson’s Motors. Holly had the good fortune to be in the right place at the right time when the temp agency she worked for was in desperate need of a last minute placement and she’d eagerly volunteered for the job. She and Janine had become instant friends—but that was over two months ago. Now as she headed to Mr. Burnham’s office, she hoped it wasn’t for a dismissal.

Have a seat, Ms. Masters, he said as he pointed to the chair before his cherry wood desk.

Mr. Burnham was slight of frame, and his silver hair glinted in the sun beaming through the full length windows of his corner office. She quickly obeyed his order, his gaze shifting up her legs to her hips did not escape her She smiled, feeling relieved. Frank was a notorious, but harmless flirt. She was certain she could handle him, but was not about to mix business with pleasure; especially when the boss in question had daughters no older than herself. Their smiling faces beamed at her from the photographs adorning his polished desk.

So, he began, you’ve been here for… how long is it now?

Almost two months, sir, she replied respectfully.

Please. Call me Frank.

I can do that. She smiled to herself. There was no harm in humoring the old guy.

Sure, Frank. What can I do for you?

He beamed as he stepped around the desk. Sitting on the edge, he handed her a stack of memos. I need you to proof these, please. The memos are for my most important clients and they need your special attention.

Taking the pages from him, Holly looked them over. Almost immediately, she noticed the name of Swanson Motors’ CFO was misspelled, and knew she could make quick work of the easy task. But this couldn’t be why he asked to see her. This was just an excuse to get her alone.

Of course, she said. I’ll get started right now.

He stared at her, and she just managed to suppress a giggle when she saw his tongue graze his lips. She was immediately reminded of Janine’s first day warning.

The old guy’s harmless. Just don’t encourage him.

To hear Janine tell it, many a temp had come and gone quickly because they thought they could capture him. Those girls were shown the door when he grew bored, or paid off when the old guy feared his wife might find out about his affairs. She was an aging debutante who probably knew and didn’t care that her husband’s eye had strayed from time to time.

The warning buzzed in her mind as she stood, hoping to make a quick escape. I’ll let you know as soon as these are ready for you, Frank.

She waited until she was back at her desk to let her laughter flow. Janine appeared, leaning against her desk with a mug of green tea in her well-manicured hands.

So, did he go all silver fox on you? she asked.

He tried to. Holly giggled as she stamped the papers against her blotter. But I think I handled it well.

That’s my girl, she praised. You’re doing great here, kid. I hope to keep you around for a nice long while.

After a lunch of shrimp salad with arugula and diced tomatoes, Holly turned her attention back to her work. When her eyes needed a break, she glanced at the door that had yet to open in all her time here at the firm. She carefully read the silver-lettered name on the door.

Ian Wexler. What a sexy name. She sighed, letting her mind wander to the mysteriously absent partner—a past time that bordered on obsession.

Hey, Janine? she asked.

Yeah, I’m thinking it, too.

Holly narrowed her eyes at her friend.

You thinking about Ian Wexler?

Janine laughed and resumed her work. No, kid. I was thinking we could use a mocha latte.

Good idea. Holly nodded as they left their desks and headed down to the café on the corner.

My hips are going to pay for this later, Janine said as she sipped her frothy drink. But right now my mouth doesn’t care.

Holly stirred her straw around the rim of her cup, and her initial question bubbled back to the surface.

So…what’s the real story with Wexler?

Why all the talk about the Brit? she frowned. He’s hardly ever around.

Truer words were never spoken. From what she had been able to deduce from her online stalking, Ian Wexler was the son of Frank Burnham’s first partner, a Welshman he’d met in law school. The senior Wexler saw to things on the other side of the pond, while Frank Burnham posed and flirted stateside. The junior Wexler seemed to take a more proactive approach, but whenever he was around, Holly always seemed to just miss him. The idea of the young, jet setting lawyer was becoming a bit of a fantasy for her and she was dying to meet the man.

So I’ve noticed. I’m just curious, I guess. She shrugged. Have you ever met him? She sipped her coffee.

A few times. He’s a bit of an odd duck. Real quiet, you know? Kinda gruff. So not Frank. Completely gorgeous and unapproachable!

That all you got? She grinned, even more intrigued by the mystery man.

Janine shook her head. Keep your head in the game, kid.

I am. She sipped her iced coffee. I’m just trying to figure out how he keeps his name on the door if he’s never here.

Janine burst out laughing and clasped her cup in her hands. I guess it’s good to be one of the kings. We should get back. Us poor working Jane’s have to actually earn a living.

I hear that. Holly sighed, following her friend back up to their lonely little cubicles.

She spent the rest of the day proofing Frank’s memos. Upon handing in the completed work, she did not pause for his praise and managed to escape his flirtation again. Heading home, she gave in to her curiosity and got out her tablet to do some research/stalking.

Every attempt to locate an image of the mysterious Ian Wexler came up dry. Sure, she found his stats. The son of a successful lawyer whose reach extended to the US, matriculated at Cambridge, rumored to be a Pisces. But Holly could not find one true glimpse of the man behind the name. The man whose name stared at her everyday from that close door. It was like he was a phantom and for some reason he’d captured her interest.

As she tossed the tablet aside and settled under her sheets, Frank Burnham’s face flashed before her eyes. He was a fool, but he was the one in charge and she couldn’t jeopardize her position with the firm by letting her fantasies run away with her. But, if Ian Wexler ever did show his face, Holly would be ready to size him up in an instant.

…

Holly stepped onto the elevator and scanned the newsfeed on her phone. Just before the doors slid shut for the long ride up the fourteenth floor, a hand appeared. She scrambled to hit the ‘door open’ button to let the other passenger in.

Almost didn’t make it. She smiled as the man with long, denim clad limbs stepped onto the car. He barely acknowledged her as he pressed the button for her floor and settled against the wall with a curt nod. He still wore