The Indecent Proposal of Mrs. Cortez (Romance on the Go Book 0)

by Scarlett J Rose

  “Due to rising costs, rent will be raised by $50 per week. Please make sure all rent is paid on the first of the month, unless previously arranged for another day with the super.”

  The lump became gargantuan. I leaned my elbows on my knees and ran my fingers through my still-damp hair. I had no idea what the hell I was going to do. I had a week to figure it all out and come up with the money for both the nursing home and my landlord.

  I was so screwed.

  I barely slept that night. I rode the bus to work looking like a zombie. No amount of coffee could keep my supervisor from telling me to go home, thinking I was coming down with a cold. The bastard was right. I wasted three days off work with a head cold.

  By the time I was well enough to get back to work, I had decided.

  I took the lift to the top floor of the Cortez building, and the elevator doors opened to a beautiful white, black and blue colour scheme. Black tiles shone with a mirror-finish as I approached the reception desk. A frazzled-looking girl sat behind the desk.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  “Yes, uh, I’m looking for Mrs Cortez.”

  “You have an appointment?” the girl asked, eyeing my second-, third- and fourth-hand office attire.

  “Ah, no.”

  “Then you can’t see Mrs Cortez. She’s busy all day,” the receptionist said with an attitude.

  One of the two doors on either side of the reception area opened, and Mrs Cortez stepped out.

  “Lydia! I’m so please to see you. Come in, come in.” She gestured me inside, before turning to the rude receptionist. “Ava, no calls, no visitors for the next hour. Please shift back Mr Cortez’s and my meetings too.”

  “Yes, Ma’am,” Ava said.

  Mrs Cortez closed the door behind her, before she stepped in front of me, halting my progress into the comfortable office. Mr Cortez sat on the edge of the desk, a smile on his face, but it dropped when he saw my depressed countenance. Mrs Cortez put her hands to my shoulders and looked at my face.

  “Lydia, is everything all right?” she asked, concern in her voice.

  “Yes. No…” I sighed. “I was wondering, if I agree to what you and Mr Cortez want, what are the terms? You said you would look after me … how do you mean?” I looked at Mr Cortez for the answer. Mrs Cortez guided me to a couch. Mr Cortez stood up and sat down on the other side of me, while Mrs Cortez sat on the other.

  “What we mean by that, Lydia, is that anything you need, financially or otherwise, we will help you out with. I notice the retirement facility most of your pay goes to was recently bought by Retire-Corp. I know what they are like … they charge exorbitant fees for little care to the residents. I take it someone close to you is in there?”

  I nodded. “My mom.” I felt the hot tears break free, despite my fierce attempts to stop them. “She has MS, a non-hereditary type … her hands started to tremble one day and got worse. I tried to help and keep her at home, but as it progressed it became obvious to both of us that I couldn’t do it. She made the call behind my back. Her medical insurance only went so far, and I told her I’d take care of her.” I sniffled, and Mr Cortez handed me a handkerchief. “So, I worked two jobs and night school until I was able to get this job, so Mom can have a place where she can be cared for.” I sniffled again, dabbing my eyes. “Then, a few days ago, I got a letter saying that my rent was going up. I can’t afford it, I’ll be homeless by the end of the month.” I sighed, rubbing a hand over my face in dread of my situation.

  I felt Mrs Cortez’s hand rubbing gently over my back. Mr Cortez slid his hand around my middle and pulled me close against him, and Mrs Cortez shifted closer, sandwiching me between them. “I think I might have the solution,” Mr Cortez said. “If you wish, we can go ahead with what has been suggested, and you will move in with us.” I looked up at him, his dark eyes cast down at me, desire in his gaze. Mrs Cortez slid a finger under my chin and turned my head until I was face to face with her.

  “And we will take care of your mother as well,” she said, the same desire shining in her eyes. “All you have to do is say yes, Lydia.”

  I swallowed thickly, the tangled scents of his cologne and her perfume making me swoon a little. Being so close to both of them, feeling their heat against my body made it go into overdrive, arousal slick in that secret place between my thighs. Mr Cortez’s hand slid up my back slightly until he curved it around the edge of my breast, fingers lightly massaging while Mrs Cortez leaned in and ran her tongue up over my neck and began to softly kiss my jawline. I knew she desired me, but I had never even thought of a woman in that way. Still, there was something about her that made me want to try, to see if I liked it.

  I shivered as a hand slid up my skirt, and Mr Cortez’s, warm, strong fingers slid between my thighs, the tips rubbing against my dampening panties. I moaned softly, unable to contain the soft whimper when he slid a finger inside my panties, brushing it expertly against my clit before he slid the thick digit inside me, making my back arch as he slowly pumped his finger inside, curling it around to find my g-spot, while his thumb rubbed decadent circles around my clit.

  I shivered as I felt the soft hand of Mrs Cortez slide under my blouse and up my quivering stomach to push under my bra and caress the fullness of my breast. Her thumb and forefinger found the stiffened peak of my nipple and gently squeezed it. Mr Cortez pumped his fingers harder, thumb rubbing. And as I felt the climax building, I whimpered as my body tensed with the beautiful orgasm that flooded my body. Mrs Cortez covered my moans with her mouth, her tongue sliding against mine as I rode Mr Cortez’s fingers. As she broke the kiss, her words drifted into my foggy mind.

  “Say yes, Lydia…” she whispered against my ear.

  “Yes…” I whispered in breathless gasps, sealing my fate. They’d played dirty to get what they wanted, and I wasn’t complaining.

  Not at all.

  Chapter Four

  Mr Cortez stood up, sliding his finger, slick with my arousal, between his lips and sucking it clean. He stood over me, before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I could taste the musk of my arousal on his lips and tongue when he slid it against my lips, and I obediently parted them to allow him in. His kiss was so erotic, I was almost willing to push up my skirt and bend over the sofa, so he could fuck me while his wife watched: exactly what she had asked of me when we’d gone out for lunch a week earlier.

  He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless and flushed while his eyes devoured me. He cupped my chin with a firm hand. “You and Donna can have the rest of the day off, to go shopping, have a spa day.” He smiled. “I have to speak to HR about getting you on the fast track program, and an immediate promotion to our assistant.”

  “P-promotion?” I stuttered, unable to hide my surprise.

  “Of course. You already do the work of three junior executives, so being our assistant will actually reduce your workload, Donna and I have never seen the need for an assistant before, but…” He leaned in closer, his lips so close to my ear I could feel his warm breath against my flushed skin. “I want you close at hand for when I need you.” He moved back and smiled, before taking his wife’s hand and kissing it, his eyes focused on me. “We both do.”

  “Mr Cortez, Mrs Cortez, this is more than I ever…”

  He stopped me with an index finger pressed gently against my lips and a smirk on his face. “Lydia, I think we are past the formalities. When we are in private like this, you can call us Enrique and Donna. I’m sure you’ll be screaming my name soon enough.” He stood straight, fixing his tie. “Now go, my darlings. Get yourselves relaxed and some new clothes.” He helped Mrs Cortez, Donna, to her feet before he did the same for me.

  I felt Donna’s arm slide around my waist as I tugged my skirt back down and tried to make myself look like I hadn’t just been finger-fucked by my boss while his gorgeous wife watched and partook in a little kissing and fondling of her own.

  I checked my hair and clothes in the mirror. Donna and
Enrique stood behind me as I tucked my shirt back in and tidied my appearance. I felt Enrique’s hand caressing the curve of my ass as Donna watched with a sexy smile on her face.

  “I’ll see you both tonight…” Enrique said, kissing me on the cheek, before he took his wife in his arms and kissed her passionately.

  Donna and I left Enrique’s office and took the elevator down to street level, where a car was waiting for us.

  I had never shopped at the boutiques Donna took me to, but as soon as the women who worked there saw who it was, they dropped everything to help us. Soon I had more clothes than I had back at my dingy little apartment. I had new shoes, three purses, and several new pieces of jewellery. I couldn’t believe the prices. What Donna had spent on me alone would have ensured I’d never have to worry about my rent or at least two years’ worth of care for my mother in a better facility.

  “Donna, this is too much!” I said, stage whispering to her as the woman in the last shop packed away the purchases of shoes and evening gowns that hugged my slim body.

  “Nonsense!” Donna said as she handed over the platinum card to the woman to pay another couple of thousand dollars for my clothes. “Now, come on … let’s go get pampered.”

  We were driven to a luxury spa where I had my hair done and was fully waxed, before I was wrapped in mud and seaweed for over an hour. I took a decadent bath and was treated to a facial and salt-scrub before I took yet another cleansing shower.

  Naked, but wrapped in a fluffy robe, I was led to the massage rooms. I lay stomach down, removing my robe as instructed, but leaving a towel draped over my lower body. Soft music played as I rested there, my skin tingled after the treatments and scrubs, and I was ready for a deep-tissue massage.

  The door opened, and I could feel his presence… his scent reached me, and I inhaled it. Shifting slightly on the table, I caught his smirk in the mirror on the wall. “Feeling relaxed yet?” Enrique asked. I smiled, nodding,

  “Yes, thank you, so much.”

  “Hmm…” He ran a hand over my back, watching as my skin sunk beneath his fingertips. “You seem a little tense still.” I shivered as he ran his hands up and down my back until he reached the globes of my ass and squeezed gently. “Lots of tension here…” and he ran his hands up to my shoulders. “Here,” and down my mid back. “Here,” down my sides and under me to fondle my breasts. “Here,” and I moaned as his hands slid down to my newly waxed pussy, his fingers pressing against my mound.

  “I know how we can work out that tenseness,” he said, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. His hands left my body, making me feel deprived of their warmth. I heard the distinctive click of a body oil bottle being opened and watched as Enrique rubbed his hands together, the oil shining on his hands under the soft lighting of the massage room as I watched in the mirror.

  His warm hands touched my skin, fingers pressing firmly against muscles that had never been touched in massage before. I moaned softly as I felt the tension within my muscles melt away, my body relaxing. He shifted position to the other side, working my muscles on the other side of my back before he shifted again, his pelvis in perfect line with my head. I lifted my face to look at his groin, the fullness of his erection tented against the robe he wore.

  I smiled, as a thought came to my mind, and I acted on it. I reached up, sliding my hands between the edges of his robe. My hands met the hot, hard flesh of his cock and I gently began to run my hands up and down its length. I heard his gravelly moan as I gripped a little harder, his hips pushing up a little as I tugged his cock between my hands. He shifted forward a little, his crown closer to my mouth. I wriggled forward a little, bringing his tip, glistening with a droplet of pre-cum to my lips. I kissed him, my tongue sliding over my lips to taste his essence before I slid my parted lips over his cockhead, and took him into my mouth.

  I felt him digging his fingers into my shoulders as I sucked his cock. My tongue slid up and down his veiny length as I sucked him deep. His hips moved with each little bob of my head, matching my movements. I felt him tense before he pulled out, his chest heaving ad his eyes capturing mine in a bestial lust that burned behind dark eyes. He gripped my shoulders and flipped me over onto my back, the towel around my thighs slipping to the floor, so I lay naked before him.

  His hands went to my breasts, massaging them hard, fingers and thumbs finding nipples, making my breasts slippery from the oil he still had on his hands. Like a predator, he prowled around me until he stood at my feet. With a lusty growl, he gripped my ankles and pulled me down the massage table, until my legs hung down, toes barely touching the tiled floor. I whimpered with need as his slick hands slid up my inner thighs, fingers sliding through the slickness of my waxed lips. He lifted his fingers to his face and parted them, revealing a glistening string of my arousal between his fingers like a dew-lined spider web. I watched as he slid his fingers into his mouth, closing his eyes as if he relished my taste.

  “So fucking delicious…” he rumbled before he went to his knees and dived face-first into my pussy. I cried out as his mouth latched onto my clit, suckling like a starving man. His lips pulled at the little nub, before he slid his tongue down my slit and pressed hard inside me, tongue-fucking my pussy as I writhed and moaned. A large hand pressed down on my stomach, pinning me in place, while the other gripped a hip, fingers pressing and releasing my flesh in a possessive grip as he feasted. I could feel my body tingling, building to a sexual, needful burn as the orgasm built before it rippled through my body and I had to hold in my cry of rapture before he slowly finished licking me clean and stood up, his tongue sliding slowly over his face, wet with my climax.

  He helped me to sit up, taking my face in his hands and kissing me, no less passionately than he had his wife in the office before we had left for our shopping and pamper day.

  “I’m so glad you said yes, Lydia. You won’t regret it, I promise you,” he said, breaking the kiss, leaving my lips tingling. The strange emotions within me had blurred my thoughts, but I was glad I’d said yes as well.

  Chapter Five

  My old apartment had been packed up in two days, and my mother was being moved to a new care facility that was far better suited to her needs than her old place. I was there to help with her move.

  “Lydia, how did this happen? Where are you getting the money to pay for this place?” she asked me as I unpacked her things in her beautiful, private room.

  “Well…” I didn’t like lying to my mother, so I gave her a half-truth instead. “I got a promotion, and I’m on a fast-track program at work to become an executive.”

  “A promotion? Oh, sweetheart, that’s fantastic! I always told you, you were smarter than a coffee runner and photocopier girl.” She smiled warmly at me, her body shaking as a result of her MS. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight. If I could stop the terrible disease from robbing her of stable movement, I would have done anything Enrique and Donna had asked of me.

  “Yeah, I hope I’ll be able to get my own place one day, and get a nurse in full-time to make sure you’re taken care of. I hate that you’re in these places, Mom.” I sighed, leaning my head against her shoulder.

  “I know, sweetheart, but you know with the progression of my type of MS, it was inevitable. The doctors are going to try a new treatment in the next few weeks. It might stop the tremors, maybe even reduce my tiredness, but my double vision is another matter.” She sighed. I knew all about the double vision––part of the reason she had to give up her driver’s licence was because she’d had an accident caused by the sudden onset of her double vision, one of the symptoms of her MS, which led to the diagnosis. After her accident, the onset of her MS was rapid, leaving her in a motorised wheelchair within two years of her diagnosis.

  Mom yawned, and I could see she was tired. I helped her into bed with the aid of one of the nurses. “I’ll be back in a few days, but I’ll call later tonight,” I said, kissing her on the temple. I left her resting and headed out the front doors of the home.
I looked up to see Enrique and Donna waiting for me, smiles on their faces. Enrique put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side when I stopped in front of them.

  “Everything all right? Your mom settled in okay?” he asked. I nodded.

  “Yeah, she’s fine … tired, though.” He pressed his lips to my temple in a chaste kiss, just like I had with my mother not five minutes ago. “Thank you both, so much for this,” I said, finding my eyes brimming with tears. Enrique put his arms around me and held me tight while I wept quietly with gratitude. I inhaled his scent, and felt movement behind me as Donna joined in our embrace. Her sweet perfume mingled with his, and I felt safe, secure and loved by these two people who were my bosses, and virtually strangers before last week.

  “Come, let’s go home,” Enrique said softly. I nodded against his shoulder. Pulling away, I saw the damp patches on his shirt.

  “Sorry,” I said, wiping my eyes.

  “It’s nothing, sweet one,” he said, reaching up with his thumb and swiping the errant tears that escaped my eyes. “You care deeply for your mom, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

  He opened the back-passenger door for me and I slipped in, settling in the middle of the back seat as he let Donna slide in beside me. Enrique took the other side, placing a warm hand on my jeans-covered thigh before he clipped his seatbelt on. I settled in between them, their body heat radiating against me, Enrique’s hand firm on my thigh, fingers slowly massaging, moving ever-so-slowly higher up my thigh until we were halfway home, and his fingers had slid down between my legs, and were slowly rubbing up and down over my denim-covered mound. I sucked my lower lip in between my teeth, my breaths coming in slow and deep as I fought the sensations.