The Indecent Proposal of Mrs. Cortez

By Scarlett J Rose

Being the office worker bee wasn’t exactly how Lydia George thought her life would end up. Especially when her boss approaches her with a proposal so scandalous, so indecent, she runs.

But when things change beyond her control and there are no other options, she’ll have to accept Mrs. Cortez’s indecent proposal.

After all, when it involves becoming the lover of the panty-meltingly handsome Mr. Cortez, how could she have refused in the first place?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Jan 24, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773395531

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Copyright© 2018 Scarlett J Rose

ISBN: 978-1-77339-553-1

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: JC Chute

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To my Readers, for without you, there would be no books!

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Special thanks to the staff at Evernight Publishing.

THE INDECENT PROPOSAL OF MRS. CORTEZ

Romance on the Go ®

Scarlett J Rose

Copyright © 2018

Chapter One

The noise of the office droned on around me. My co-workers, little worker bees, buzzed about doing this and that to keep the cogs of the great business machine running. Deadlines were to be met, files filed, meetings held, and minutes taken.

All through the buzzing of conversations, ringing of desk phones, clacking of keys on computers and the soft ding of the elevators disgorging more worker bees, I kept my head down and worked my little ‘bee’-hind off. I had a job to do, and at the end of the week, a pay check to collect. Most would go to my mother. She’d developed Multiple Sclerosis, and had been placed into a nursing home when it became apparent she couldn’t care for herself with ease anymore. Reluctantly, I went to work to support us both. I wanted to care for Mom, who had taken such good care of me during my childhood and tumultuous teens.

We had to survive financially. My sperm-donor asshole of a father had taken everything in the divorce, back when I was in my pre-teens. He would have gotten me too, if Mom’s lawyer hadn’t asked me what I wanted. I would have happily run back to Mom if he’d gotten custody.

With my mother being a single parent and me being an only child, money was super tight. Even as an adult, my clothes were from thrift shops, carefully mended by my hand when they became threadbare. My black, fake leather Mary-Janes were scuffed, the offending marks covered by a Sharpie’s magic touch, and my makeup was the kind you’d find in the clearance bin at your local dollar-saver type store.

I was a wizard at bargain hunting, when my hectic worker-bee-schedule allowed it. Again, bargain bin and clearance were my favourite words, especially when it came to food. Steak and lobster were definitely off the menu.

My position in the company was simply a corporate drone––yes, another bee reference, but hey, they keep the flowers blooming, so I think they’re cool. The more eloquent and official title I held was ‘Junior Assistant.’. In other words, Coffee Bitch.

Already, I’d been working there for over a year. I knew how to clear the paper jams in the copier machine, change the toner, make coffee for almost everyone on the floor. When the plants started to wilt I watered them, I could change the water cooler tank with minimal grunting and stress on my little body … heck, I even knew who to call when the office supplies closet was getting low.

I was one greasy little cog in the big corporate machine.

Linda, can you please make sure these files are input into the system, and the originals get to Distribution before five o’clock? A loud thump startled me from my mini-daydream as Mrs Davis dropped a thick pile of files on my desk.

Ah, yes. Of course, Mrs Davis, I stuttered. I watched as she walked away, forgetting to tell her my name wasn’t Linda, it was Lydia.

L.Y.D.I.A. Lydia. I mean, how hard was that? She’s known me for over a year and ever since I was hired, she’s never got it right. At first it was Libby, then Leonie, then Laura, now Linda… well, at least she was getting closer.

I sighed, eyeing the pile of paperwork with a death stare, hoping it might just spontaneously combust and I’d not have to deal with it. As it was, I’d never be able to get it done by five, not with everything else that was due. God forbid it didn’t get finished on time, else the Apocalypse might happen.

The soft ding of the elevators at one end of the room sounded and as soon as the occupants stepped out, the mood changed. Soft whispers drifted through the suddenly quiet, yet extremely busy, office. I chanced a look up and saw the owners of the company, Enrique and Donna Cortez, moving through the aisles, leaning in at each cubicle and chatting with the workers.

The super power couple that everyone in the office wanted to meet. If they could, employees would lick their boots, kiss their asses, and be thankful to breathe the same air. The king and queen bees of the hive. These were the honey makers. The ones you wanted to remember your name at the Christmas party, even if you didn’t remember anything from the actual party.

They were nice people. I’d only met Mrs Cortez in passing,