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Captivating the CEO
Captivating the CEO
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When live-for-the-moment massage therapist Willow Jeffries bursts into Colin Vanderhayden's office, she makes it her mission to loosen up the future-focused CEO, knowing each moment of the present is too precious to waste. Despite her immediate attraction, the only future she can offer is one full of heartache.

The last thing Colin needs is a flighty woman messing up his carefully-constructed plans, but her heavenly massages and addictive personality prove hard to resist. But he has no idea how sick she is.

No longer able to ignore her life-threatening medical condition, Willow slips away to spare Colin a miserable future with her. Is Colin willing to sacrifice his well-laid future plans to get Willow back?

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Release dateSep 26, 2013
ISBN9781613335994
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    Captivating the CEO - Sara Daniel

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    Copyright © 2013 by Sara Daniel

    ISBN: 978-1-61333-599-4

    Cover Art by Mina Carter

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    Chapter One

    Please provide an unobtrusive service, so Mr. Vanderhayden doesn’t notice your presence. Silence is essential. Do not interrupt his conference call.

    Willow Jeffries raised her eyebrows at the secretary’s instructions. Willow delivered office massages to executives too overscheduled to make a spa appointment, but most people scrolled through their Blackberries and shot off urgent e-mails while paying her to help them relax.

    Pushing open the office door, she glanced around the impersonal, ostentatious corner suite. Yawn. As expected, the workaholic CEO who owned it sat behind a massive desk with file folders and sleek electronics placed to make him look as important as possible.

    Hello, Mr. Vanderhayden. His name was a mouthful. Do you mind if I call you Colin? I’m Willow, the massage therapist. Resisting the impulse to swing her oversized bag of supplies, she maintained the reserved, modulated demeanor of her profession and stepped forward, offering a hand. Where would you like—

    Slicing a palm through the air, he cut her off. Were you not informed I requested silence?

    Although tempted to pantomime her head falling off from his chopping gesture, she lowered her arm. Not that he’d notice. His focus had shifted to the voices on his speakerphone. Then his eyes widened as he glanced at the computer screen.

    Hopefully, he’d stumbled on a porn site. A quick jerk-off might do him more good than a massage. Too bad she ran an aboveboard business. Mr. Vanderhayden, a couple decades younger and light-years more handsome than most executives she visited in the workplace, ruined his attractiveness by concentrating exclusively on his electronics. Her massage wouldn’t do jackshit to release his stress if he didn’t make time to breathe.

    Pressing the mute button on the phone, he lifted his head and narrowed icy blue eyes at her. I’m not paying you to stand and look at me.

    Of course not, but she enjoyed the freebie. Guys in suits usually didn’t affect her, but he took clean-cut and sophisticated to a new level with his tailored, buttoned, charcoal coat and knotted blue tie. Trying to adhere to his secretary’s—and his—command for silence, she willed him to maintain eye contact, but he released the mute button and gave orders to the unseen people on the phone while typing on the computer.

    Typical workaholic. His ability to multi-task was limited to work projects. To him, she’d always be an extension of the service she provided. On the bright side, she didn’t have to worry about him forming an attachment to her. After she gave him the massage he paid for and she stepped out of the role of masseuse, she ought to test whether convincing him to have some fun dissipated his stiffness more than a professional session. A world of unconventional possibilities to loosen him up danced in her mind.

    She rounded the giant oak desk that would make any tree hugger weep seeing it used to further corporate greed. His side radiated power, ambition, and absolute dedication to whatever people like him hoped to accomplish—world domination, or maybe alien abduction of anyone who tried to take him over.

    The voices on the phone silenced, and she caught his eye to convey she had instructions she needed to give him before she could continue. She didn’t try to communicate that, thanks to simple supply and demand, her time carried more value than his. Even if she explained aloud, she wouldn’t expect him to believe it.

    He muted the device and shot her an impatient glare, then focused on his e-mail inbox.

    Colin. His name rolled off her tongue like a crisp, tart dessert. I’m going to massage your shoulders through your clothes. If you’re inclined to remove a layer or two, the less you’re wearing, the better I’ll be able to relax your muscles.

    His attention still on the computer screen, he waved another dismissive gesture. She peeked at the all-important message. Not porn. Darn.

    Do whatever you have to do. Just don’t interrupt.

    Of course. Despite her attempt to bend to his wishes, she missed that he’d released the mute button, and her words cut off the person on the other end of the phone who spoke at the same time.

    His gaze pierced her in silent reprimand.

    Unable to stop the smirk from forming, she turned away so she didn’t destroy her professional reputation before she’d established another bond with him that better suited her personality. His scowl probably left others quaking in their boots, but she didn’t fear retribution. He needed her, not the other way around. Without her, he’d continue to suffer debilitating pain through his shoulder blades and neck.

    Not bothering to remove the special oils or the foam headrest from her bag, she set it against the wall. Despite her suggestion, he didn’t seem inclined to remove his suit coat. If she rubbed out one of his many knotted muscles before he kicked her out for disturbing his boring meeting, she’d

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