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Synopsis of Office Perks

From a broken home, Victoria Wright knows how to survive. Realizing at a young age that her looks attracted men, she learned how to manipulate and seduce men to make it. Working as a high class hooker, to a stripper, to a bartender, Victoria has been making good money for years. Until her best friend and husband die in a car accident, leaving Victoria the caretaker of their eight year old daughter. Convinced her wild life is not good enough for Kendall, Victoria manages to get a position at Townsend Realty Co. Her attraction to Mr. Townsend, Mr. Hurley’s step-brother, is instantaneous and overwhelming. But, after five years of nothing but professionalism, Victoria is convinced he wants nothing to do with her romantically. When money tightens, however, Victoria finds herself dragged back into her old life. Mr. Townsend understands her need for more money, and propositions her…Be with him and only him for weekly cash. It’s an offer she can’t or doesn’t want to refuse. But, what happens when a woman who has only had sex for money finds herself falling in love with her powerful, wealthy, handsome boss? What happens when the money is no longer enough?

Find out in Office Perks with Miss Victoria Wright, Mr. Townsend, and a cast of lovable characters. Cameos from the Hurley family found in SL Siwik’s Winning Back series.

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About the Author: 
She loves going to NJ diners on the weekendor inspiration, drinks a pot of coffee a day, and loves finding new music to add to her playlist.  Author to Just Good Friends and Winning Back Ryan and  Getting Back Annie.
 Office Perks, and Sirens and Sweethearts are soon to be released. 
 

Five Fun Facts: 

  1. I am a chocoholic. I have reserve stashes strewn about my house. 
  2. I grew up horse-back riding and competed seriously. Instead of turning pro, I went to college instead. 
  3. My favorite color is purple. 
  4. I have thirteen piercings on my body-9 in my ears, 1 in my nose, 1 in my labret, 2 in my belly button. 
  5. Large crowds make me nervous. 
     
     

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    First Excerpt

    Office Perks’ Prologue

    Miss Victoria Wright

    I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no saint. I’ve got a walk-in closet full of skeletons.  I come from the wrong side of the tracks and spent my whole life trying to cover up just how broken my home was. My mother, when she wasn’t whoring herself out, was busy turning her body in to a pin cushion. My father liked to get his cardio by using me as his punching bag. The only thing that was ever in our fridge was beer, in the cabinets, bags of heroin. I went to school hungry often. The most uncomfortable feeling in the world is hunger pains. Hard to get a good night’s sleep when they strike.

    I know who the best dealers in the city are, who the kindest pimps are, where to go for the best time.  I can tell you the easiest, quickest way to make money illegally. I’ve received my education on the streets, and I have connections in low places. I walked the streets as a high-class hooker myself for three years before I started working in the best gentlemen’s club in NYC. As soon as I figured out that men were attracted to me physically, I seduced the hell out of anyone that would give me an edge, help me survive. I never thought too closely about what I was doing at the time. Instead, I bucked up, while I fucked and sucked my way across this city. That was all before I got the call…my best friend from childhood and her husband dead. Their daughter, Kendall, who called me Aunt Vickie, was to be left in my care.

    As far as Kendall knows I was life-long besties with Mother Teresa. Drugs? Just say no. Sex? Only appropriate on your wedding night. Your body is a sacred treasure to protect always. She believes that I used to work at a dance club that sold people water when they were thirsty from all their exercise. I color her imagination with Little House on the Prairie-like stories, cover up her vision with Norman Rockwell paintings.  And she’ll never know otherwise. Not while I’m alive. She doesn’t need to know those horrors. She’ll get into an Ivy League School and have the life she has always dreamed of- the kind of life you see on Hallmark cards.  She will know only the best about her mother and father, how kind they were, how much they worshipped her, how better they made the world by existing.  I won’t let their memory fade to little more than dust.

    I’m not bitter or angry about my past, though, despite what you might think. My parents are both dead, torturing their bodies with years of drug abuse. As their own worst enemy, they punished themselves better than I ever could. But, the real reason I’ve learned to let go of the anger, is because I’m still alive. I’m still alive when incredible people like Evalyn and Rich are dead- killed by a drunk driver on their way home from date night. They’ll never see the woman their daughter will grow up to be, never give her away on her wedding day.  How can I hold on to such hate when I’ve been so blessed?

    For the past five years, I’ve been raising Kendall. When the police called me to tell me the news, and the social worker told me that I was who they wanted to raise their daughter, my life needed to change…fast. I cut everyone out of my life except for one friend, Andrea, who was also friends with Evalyn. Through a connection at the club, a CEO named Chris that had been trying to get in my pants for months, I found out that Mr. Townsend was looking for a secretary. Mr. Townsend is one of the wealthiest men in New York and connected to the Hurley’s by marriage.  I screwed Chris senseless for a recommendation and an interview and then marched myself into my future boss’ office with a take no prisoner’s attitude.

    I wouldn’t take any of it back, though, because I believe in the butterfly effect.  If one single moment was changed, I might not be where I am today. It might not be true, I might have wound up here anyways, but why chance it? I love my life, and the people in it, as well as the lessons my friends have taught me along the way. Evalyn showed me the power of unconditional love. Kendall taught me what a purpose filled life felt like. Rich taught me about sacrifice. Andrea, taught me about the importance of knowing your self-worth. My former boss from the gentleman’s club, Trent, taught me about what determination can accomplish.

    But, my boss, Mr. Townsend…Well, I’m still not sure what he’s taught me, but I will say that if you have to work behind a desk all day long, managing someone else’s life for them, it doesn’t hurt if the man is so sexy, you wonder daily if your panties will suddenly burst into flames. That man could teach me anything he’d like.

    We are two souls from two different worlds who have no business being together, and so I have never tried to be with him. I don’t belong with him; some rich, uptight woman who has been fed from a silver spoon all of her life does. I also wouldn’t recommend being in love with your boss for five years; it makes it extremely difficult being at work and doing practically anything. Unrequited love also hurts like a bitch.

     

    Mr. Townsend

    My father, Charles Townsend, changed the business world with a simplified mathematical formula that he followed, tripling my family’s worth. He then patented the formula and then released it in a series of books and articles for millions. He was an incredible man, a hell of a business man, and an amazing father before aggressive cancer claimed him. Growing up, there were three principles that my father pounded into my head, three business ideas that he said I should die by. The first was never ever mix business with pleasure.  Second, have male secretaries. It’ll keep you from mixing business with pleasure. It would also keep your wife/girlfriend/lover happy, as it would stop your eyes from wandering, keeping temptation at bay. Third, don’t take work home. When you leave the office, come home and decompress. My father believed firmly that you’d be a better man and ultimately a better business man if you did so.

    I broke the second principle the second Miss Victoria Wright strutted into my office for an interview that was practically shoved down my throat by a business colleague, Chris.  She had the job the second she walked through the door. I broke the first principle, when I fell in love with her, and I break the third principle, every night when I come home fantasizing about her nightly, wanting her. It’s gotten to the point where I now call her into the office weekly after business hours to print up documents or give me some report, claiming I can’t find them on her computer system. I do it just to have a few more hours with her, to pretend that I’m actually part of her life. But, the truth is: I’m an outsider standing out in the cold peering through the house window at her sitting by the fire. I’m not in her life; I’m simply her boss deluding myself that I have any place with her. I am one of the wealthiest men in America. My step-brother, Benjamin Hurley the Third, is tied to the most prestigious and wealthiest name in the country. But, it all seems worthless since Victoria looks at me as no more than her paycheck provider. Sometimes she even flinches at my touch. I try to touch her as little as possible.

    Five years I’ve put myself through hell, torturing myself with wanting her. I remain strictly professional with her, however. The last thing I needed is a sexual harassment lawsuit. It’s only now that I realize just how wise my father was. Five years is a long time to want a woman.  I have no one to blame but myself.

    Five long years.

    I would do anything at this point to be with her.

    If the opportunity ever presents itself, if fate ever steps in and lends a hand, I would be with that woman any way that I could. At this point, I am beyond all reason. I am a man that wants to be burned by fire.  The situation is a six car pileup on the freeway waiting to happen. I know that. The problem is…I don’t care anymore.

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