Broken Innocence: Alpha Billionaire Romance Series Book 1 - Bridget Taylor - darmowy ebook

Book one of Bridget Taylor's Alpha Billionaire Series!...Broken Innocence will take you to the powerful world (full of BDSM fantasies) of Henry Lennox where he takes away the innocence of the cute Stacey. Henry Lennox is a powerful man with unique tastes. He sits atop a media empire that he has built from the ground up. Surrounded by only the most beautiful and talented of women, he enjoys both success and excess. Stacy Caldwell is nervous as she begins her first day at Lennox Advertising. She notices immediately that she does not exactly fit in with this stable of model-attractive young women. When she somehow attracts the notice of Henry Lennox, she is unsure how to respond. She can hardly resist his appeal, in spite of herself. What happens when their affair draws unwanted controversy? Broken Innocence is an erotica romance intended for mature audiences.

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Broken Innocence (Alpha Billionaire Romance Series Book 1)

By Bridget Taylor 

Copyright @2015 by Bridget Taylor.

All Rights Reserved.

This book may not be used or reproduced in any form, in whole or in part, without permission from the author or publisher. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons whether living or dead is entirely coincidental. This book contains mature content of sexually explicit scenes, situations for adults 18+. Every character in this book is 18+ years of age.

All the characters in this book are fictional.




That was the first word that came to my mind as I walked into the Lennox. The large, fifteen-foot tall fountain greeted me with a rush of water jetting into the air and its soft mist touching my nose. I turned my head to the left to see the Bluepointe Lounge, a young man in a crisp white shirt and black slacks opening the doors from the lobby into the restaurant. To my right stood the passageway to the parking deck. It was exclusive to the Lennox Building, even though three other buildings sat adjacent to us on this block.

Tomorrow I would be walking through that passageway. Today, I had been too nervous about my first day to consider driving as an option. With the rotating glass doors behind me, and the elevator lobby ahead of me, I walked forward. I was taking a new step into a bright and energetic future. My next step would be –

“Oh, excuse me.”

I stopped and turned my head forward, averting my eyes for the tall, blonde woman I had nearly blundered into. “I am so sorry.”

“That’s quite alright.” She extended one long, narrow hand out to me. I noticed that her nails were perfectly sculpted and felt a twinge of envy and intimidation as I took her hand to shake. “You must be new. Everyone is thrown off by the lobby the first day.”

“Thank you.” I hesitated and looked up to meet the bright blue eyes that studied me carefully. I thought this woman was as intelligent as she was beautiful. Every feature seemed perfectly in place, from the curve of her eyebrows to the small smile that accentuated her lips. “I’m Stacy Caldwell.”

Her smile broadened. “Then it’s fortuitous that we almost ran into each other. We can take the elevator up together. I’m Ana Golde.”

I dropped her hand, trying to be casual about it. I was hoping to have a few minutes to collect myself, maybe fidget with my hair in the bathroom before meeting Ms. Golde. She was the Human Resources Manager for Lennox Advertising, and would be the one responsible for the orientation process of my first week weeks.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Golde,” I said. I was proud of myself for keeping my voice even and remembering my manners.

“Please, call me Ana. We like to keep on a first name basis in the office. It helps to foster and maintain a creative atmosphere. Save the ‘Mister’ and ‘Missus’ for the meetings with clients.” Ana gestured around the fountain and I followed her through the lobby and to the elevators. Six total waited to take us and other employees of the different Lennox Enterprise subsidiaries up to their offices.

Everyone appeared tailored and groomed, perfect in their appearance. I looked down to my own clothes, a simple, modest pantsuit, and open jacket with a white button down suit underneath. It and the seven similar outfits were all very nice, probably the nicest clothes I had ever owned, bought with the very generous sign-on advance that I received.

My brown hair was pulled back neatly into a wrapped bun, and I had spent an hour in front of the mirror to make sure that my makeup was as smooth and flawless as I could make it.

Next to Ana and the other beautiful men and women I saw waiting on the elevators, I felt plain and simple. I kept my mind focused on the qualifications that had won me the coveted Creative Assistant position and tried to keep my nerves calm. As the elevator doors opened, Ana’s words caught up to me.

“I’m going to be meeting with clients?” I watched Ana step onto the elevator. Around me, others moved in as well.

“Yes,” Ana gave me another of her warm smiles and gestured, “and if you want to meet your team, you should probably get in the elevator now.”

I nodded and stepped in, easing between Ana and another young woman as the doors to the crowded elevator closed. I was not expecting client meetings. I thought that I would simply be in the background, one of the many cogs working to make the creative team function and flow. Mr. Cavanaugh had certainly not mentioned client meetings.

My center of gravity moved down as the elevator jetted upward, as though caught in a sudden draft. The sensation was dizzying, and I felt disoriented as the elevator arrived to the first of its floors. I inched around as others began to move out of the elevator car and onto their floor.

Ana gave me a sympathetic look. “It took me a year to get used to them. I still hate these elevators. It is worse going down.”

I swallowed hard. Another young woman nodded in agreement with Ana as the elevator began its rapid ascent again. I would be in here for another fifteen floors. Lennox Advertising was the crown of Lennox Enterprises, and as such, it was on the top suite of floors and a part of Mr. Lennox’s own offices.

We finished the nightmarish elevator ride with three other passengers, all women, all as beautifully sculpted as Ana. They chatted together happily, as we walked off the elevator and onto our floor. I followed Ana quietly to her office, taking note of the different people that I saw as I walked through the halls.

Everyone here was beautiful. Most of the staff were women, though I noticed a few men. Of the women, most were blonde sprinkled by a few vibrant redheads and dark brunettes, the deep almost black color that I wished my hair had managed to attain. I was stuck with a light, dull color that passed as brown, if you were very kind and generous. The men were as chiseled as the women were and carried themselves with natural confidence.

Even the woman working in the mailroom, diligently separating sealed envelopes and sorting them, was beautiful. She was more shapely than most of the women I saw, with a generous hourglass figure. She smiled as I passed, her cheeks dimpling, and I could not help but return it. I wondered if she offered that smile to everyone, and if anyone could resist its charm.

Ana guided me into her office and one of the very comfortable chairs in front of her desk. She took her own and, on cue, her secretary entered with two cups of steaming coffee and a plate of sweeteners and cream. I thanked her and turned my attention to Ana.

We spent the morning sipping coffee as she briefed me on the same boring corporate details that I had heard while I was an intern at Lellman & White. Ana was thorough, and her voice was even and pleasant, making listening to her easy. We went over the basic office protocols, dress codes, appropriate behaviors, and the importance of attendance and punctuality. She gave me an overview of emergency procedures and showed me how to access the business continuity sight both in the office and from home. She provided me her card – I was to keep it as my first number in my rolodex – in case I ever needed to speak to her about anything at all. She then went over the benefits package, and when everything would kick in.

“There is one more thing.” Ana leaned her elbows on her desk and fixed me with an even look. “Henry Lennox.”

“I won’t bother Mr. Lennox,” I said. I supposed that working in the same office as Henry Lennox had to have an appeal. It seemed that every few months he was on the cover of a magazine or featured in an exclusive spread. “I assume he has a pretty busy day, managing the different companies he owns.”

Ana smirked. “You would be surprised.” She straightened in her chair. “Henry is known to wander the floor. The Advertising wing of his company is his favorite. This is where he began and where he spends most of his time. It is his pride.”

I nodded, understanding. “I will make sure I’m focused and working, so that I –”

Ana shook her head. I was missing something, something that Ana thought should have been apparent. I thought back to my interview with Mr. Cavanaugh and the discussions that we had about my role on his team and in the company. I could not think of what I had missed or overlooked from the conversation. Ana’s eyes softened and she smiled.

“Henry is always available,” Ana said. The gentle and straightforward way she said the word available told me its meaning right away. “Affairs between him and staff in this office are not unusual. They are brief, casual affairs – as casual as such a thing can be. It is important that you understand right away that they are not for personal advancement. They are only pleasure, and nothing more. No raises or promotions follow his attention. If at any point you had in your mind to use an affair for that, please just turn your attention elsewhere.”

With my hands in my lap, I fidgeted, dancing my fingers together. “It never crossed my mind.” I searched for a way to say this and be polite. I sensed a protectiveness in Ana’s words, as if she was looking out for Mr. Lennox as much as looking out for me. Was it a friendship between them, or perhaps another young woman who did once think an affair would get her special favors? I realized it could be both. A direct approach would probably be the best. “Men like Mr. Lennox are not my type.”

Ana laughed and her eyes shone bright. “Of course he is your type.” Her laugh stopped, but the amusement did not leave her eyes. “Henry is every woman’s type. That is exactly the point of men like him.”

A knock sounded at the door. It opened, and Mr. Cavanaugh peered in. He was a handsome man, in his mid-thirties with neatly trimmed brown hair that was beginning to see visits by flecks of grey. He gave me a smile and turned his attention to Ana.

“Are we ready to meet the team?” he asked as he stepped into the office.

Ana looked at me. “Do you have any other questions for me?”

I shook my head. “No, I think I’m ready to get started.”

Ana offered me her hand again and we stood. “Perfect. Then welcome to Lennox Advertising. I know you are going to make a wonderful addition to Michael’s team.”

Ana walked me out of her office and left me with Mr. Cavanaugh. He asked me about my morning, and if I had questions for him before I met the team. I gave him a brief overview of my conversation with Ana, and that I felt confident and ready – that was partly true. I was nervous, but there was no point delaying anything. I did not tell him about the part of the conversation about Mr. Lennox. I was not sure if it would be appropriate to discuss with him, and decided not to take that chance. I thought about Ana’s words, that Mr. Lennox was every woman’s type. As I looked at Mr. Cavanaugh, I could not disagree more. He was more the type of man that I would be attracted to, were he not my direct manager anyway.

“My first rule is to please call me Michael, not Mr. Cavanaugh.” Michael smiled and led me up a flight of stairs to the second level of the office suite. “My second is to feel free to socialize with your team. If you can laugh together, you can create together. As long as deadlines are met, I am flexible about your lunches, but I do ask that you come in on time in the mornings. We have a quick creative meeting every morning and it is important that you attend.”

“Be on time in the mornings. Meet my deadlines so that I can take a longer lunch, and call me Michael.” I smiled at him as he looked back at me from the stairway. He returned the smile and I felt a small warmth in the center of my stomach. Definitely, the kind of man I could fall for. “I can handle that.”

“Good.” As we reached the top of the stairs, he gestured to a set of double doors. “Let’s go and meet your new team. I did take the liberty of showing them your internship portfolio from Lellman & White, so they are really excited to meet you.”