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  The Proposition

  A novel

  J. A. Jackson

  Copyright© by Jerreece A Jackson

  Proposition

  United States

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  I will always believe victory is the stuff I am made of...

  Acknowledgments

  I’d like to give out a big endless gratitude of thanks and appreciation for the wonderful support and editorial guidance of my editor the very knowledgeable Mr. Rossi V. Jackson.

  I’d also like to say a special thanks to the incredible man in my life, my husband who believed in my writing and supported my dreams. He is with the angels now, but I know he is still editing my books.

  Also, to my mother Dorothy Henson you blew the wind beneath my feet and made me enjoy learning, writing and living this life. God gave me you and you gave me unconditional love and support – Thank you.

  Also, a special thanks to my sisters Kay, Shelia and Marie. I am so grateful to you for your support and love. And to my brothers Ray and Eric I thank you also.

  To my readers and fans, I am forever grateful. Thank you.

  For Rossi, Daddy & Mommy always…

  Copyright©

  A Geek, an Angel & the Proposition.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Epilogue

  2017

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  J. A. Jackson

  About the Author J.A. JACKSON

  Dear Gentle Readers, Fans, Family and Friends

  Prologue

  The soft, gentle click of heels echoing against the marble floor faintly floated on the air.

  Janeshia nodded as if waking out of a dream. She thought the heels clicking were part of her dream. She opened her eyes and looked around. There was no sign of anyone. She realized she wasn’t cold. Someone had thrown a warm, thick blanket over her. A heavy arm lay across her body. She was naked, lying crushed against the hard strength of a man’s muscular body.

  The man stirred and wrapped his arms securely around her. She snuggled in closer, enjoying his warmth.

  Slowly she adjusted her eyes and stared back at the huge picture-perfect window in front of her. She watched the silvery moon slide from behind a blanket of clouds. It made her sigh with contentment. She started to close her eyes.

  Startled Janeshia shifted. There was that noise again, the sound of heels clicking on a marble floor.

  Instantly, bright lights flooded the room.

  “What in God’ name is going on in here?” A woman’s shocked voice gasped as it sliced the air.

  Chapter 1

  A Challenging morning calls for strong brew…

  Savoring the aroma of her morning cup of coffee Janeshia James took a sip, inhaled the aroma and closed her eyes contentedly.

  “Janeshia, you’ve got to fire that man! Aren’t you the boss around here?”

  Janeshia’s eyes opened wide blinking frantically. The stressed-out voice belonged to Tamara Bell, her assistant.

  “Well Tamara,” she mumbled wiping up a few drops of spilled coffee. “It sounds like you’re having a bad morning. Normally I’m pretty busy this time of morning. But go ahead. What’s up?”

  Tamara walked first to the side table behind the door where a fully stocked small kitchenette stood. “You spilled your coffee. Here, let me pour you some more. I made a strong brew this morning, just the way you like it.”

  “Thank you,” Janeshia said focusing her gaze on Tamara. “What’s your beef?”

  “Adam St. Charles is my beef. That insanely rude, egotistical, psychoanalyzing narcissistic nerd brain man is driving me crazy!”

  Janeshia nodded. “Didn’t you used to refer to him as that Mr. Deliciously Gorgeous Brain?”

  “Maybe, but that was the woman in me speaking. The one that loves to look at gorgeous men,” Tamara sighed heavily. “I know he’s good at what he does, and he is very good looking. But it’s my job he’s trying to tweak right now. And I’m not some computer virus,” she shrugged.

  “Are you sure you’re not?” Janeshia teased. “I mean a computer virus that is?”

  “No! I mean, yes. I’m sure I’m not a computer virus. Stop joking. This is serious. Don’t you want to know what he did to me?”

  “Sure, I do.”

  “That compulsive and obsessive computer geek decided to tweak my emails. He has corrected everyone I sent him this morning. And I’ve only sent him three. And they were one liners saying please see the attachment.”

  Janeshia inclined her head to hide her smile. “Just ignore him like you normally do,” she said, swiveling around in her chair to face the view. It was foolish for her to ignore Tamara when she was upset.

  She glanced out of her window. The sky was so clear and blue. This had to be the hottest Friday morning ever this summer, she thought. She gazed across the valley. The Santa Cruz Mountains loomed into view. She marveled at their beauty. They were mesmerizing to behold.

  “Oh, look Tamara. Look at that cloudless blue sky. Doesn’t it make you just want to take a deep breath and sigh?”

  “Whew! A sight like that makes me want to cry, because I’m stuck here dealing with Adam St. Charles and all of his cryptic weirdness,” Tamara exclaimed.

  From the shadow of her window, she watched as Tamara walked to the end of the long window that occupied her office. This was Tamara’s favorite. She watched her do her deep breathing exercises to calm herself.

  “Feeling better now Tamara?”

  “Yes, you know how to take my mind off of Adam. But I still think you should talk to him. And tell him his rudeness stinks, especially when it comes to that email thing. He needs to be reminded that he’s human just like the rest of us.”

  “Tamara, what can I say that you don’t already know about Adam? He can be a little trying sometimes, but please be patient with him. He did a great job getting that virus off your computer that you got downloading music.”

  “Please talk to him,” Tamara said, marching over to her desk. “He likes everything about you. Do you know what I heard him say?”

  “Tamara, you know how I feel about office gossip…”

  Tamara didn’t wait for her to finish. “He said you had excellent taste.”

  Janeshia flushed nervously. “You’ve got to be kidding. Adam doesn’t pay compliments.”


  Tamara nodded agreement. “Oh, but this time he did. But I haven’t told you the best part. Adam said you were not quite girlfriend material because of how much of a bad girl vibe you put out in that Halloween costume you wore last year.”

  “I was Cat Woman for crying out loud,” Janeshia blurted.

  “Yeah, well he thought that black faux leather, spandex halter top jumpsuit you wore was way too “Mistress Dominatrix,” with an emphasis on the S&M. He said he thought you were going to hit him with that black leather whip you carried around at the Halloween party that night.”

  Janeshia regarded her with concern. “Excuse me, but didn’t you pick out that costume for me? After, I gave you specific instructions not to pick out anything too sexy or too revealing?”

  “Yes, I did, but…” Tamara said quietly. “You are the one that wore it.”

  “Wait a minute Tamara, when I refused to wear it, you accused me of being a bad sport.”

  “Yeah, I did,” timidly Tamara rubbed her brow. “That was because I knew you had to wear that costume. You looked good in it, real good. And you achieved what I hoped. Which was to spook Adam,” she chuckled. “You spooked him good. I knew he was afraid of cats.”

  “Tamara, you didn’t tell me that.”

  Tamara shrugged. “That’s not important. Let me finish telling you what I heard,” she whined. “Adam said your personality was so altered once you put on the “Mistress Dominatrix,” Cat Woman costume that he believed it was your true personality and therefore he would never consider you as girlfriend material,” she giggled softly. “Then Walker told Adam he couldn’t spot excellent girlfriend material if it came up and slapped him in the face. Walker said you were perfect in every way; from your honey complexion right down to your superb figure, with your tiny waist and ample behind.”

  “Tamara!” Janeshia said dryly trying to interrupt.

  “Wait a minute, there is more. I haven’t told you the best part. Adam said he thought you looked like a tall Beyoncé,” she laughed. “But Walker said your cheekbones were way more defined and that you were strikingly more beautiful than Beyoncé could ever be. Don’t you get it? They were arguing over you.”

  A frown marred Janeshia’s expression as she tucked back a loose strand of her long sable hair. “Wait a minute. You were talking to Adam St. Charles and Walker Perrault about me?”

  Tamara smiled mischievously ignoring her as she continued. “That’s not the point. The point is I’m telling you what they said,” she said. “Oh, and here’s the best part. Walker said that when you two danced the samba together at last year’s Gala Ball you were so graceful he almost cried. He said he could feel his fingers resting on your hip. He fantasized about your dancing for weeks after.”

  “Oh, did he really?” Janesha frowned and leaned back in her chair. Her brows rose quizzically. “So, Tamara you’ve been sitting around the office gossiping with Adam St. Charles and Walker Perrault about me?”

  “Actually, I didn’t mean he said; like we, the three of us were talking. It was more like I overheard Adam and Walker talking guy stuff when they thought no one was listening. Like I said earlier, I was eavesdropping,” Tamara nervously smiled.

  Janeshia raised a brow. “So, you admit eaves-dropping on their conversation?”

  Tamara muffled a laugh. “Well…Okay, maybe, alright, yes I was. But that really can’t be defined as real eaves-dropping. Since I’m not in the habit of doing it, let’s just say I was in the right place at the right time.” She nodded her head. “Anyway, the point is, we were talking about your talking to Adam and making him stop nick-picking on my emails.”

  “Wow, you are so amazing sometimes Tamara. So, let me get this straight. You want me to talk to Adam about the emails that are annoying you. Yet you’ve been eavesdropping on his private conversations. And you don’t see anything wrong with it?” she paused. “Or notice if it pissed the boss off?”

  “Ah, okay If you have to put it that way,” Tamara said.

  Janeshia ignored her. “Besides, I think it would be better if you talked with Adam about the emails.”

  “I take it that’s a firm no. You won’t talk to Adam?” Tamara asked.

  “A very firm no,” Janeshia said, tossing back her long sable hair that flowed from a center part, and turned back to stare out of the window. She was amazed at how warm the room was beginning to feel. Earlier, she thought she heard the air conditioner moan. She stared out of the window and appreciated the view her eleventh floor window afforded of downtown San Jose, California.

  Out of the corner of her eye Janeshia caught a streak of light. She stared out attentively. A sudden light burst into view. It shimmered golden, sparkling like a Fourth of July fireworks before her eyes.

  All at once it vaporized before her eyes.

  Tamara sighed heavily behind her. “Seeing a shimmering streak of white light blaze and disappear in broad daylight is showing you what is wrong in your life, so that you can set it right,” she giggled. “That sort or rhymed.”

  Janeshia jerked nervously. She had forgotten that Tamara was standing there. “Wow! That was interesting.” She said with a shake of her head. “Where did you get that saying? Did you make it up?”

  Tamara walked around Janeshia’s chair and stood beside her. “It’s a real one. I heard it somewhere before, maybe from an old gypsy or my mother.”

  Janeshia smiled nervously. She was sure she didn’t want to get Tamara talking about her mother or gypsies. She changed the subject. “It is warm in here. I believe I heard the air conditioner groaning earlier. I hope it isn’t going out,” she wiped her brow.

  “You’re right, it is getting warm in here.”

  “Tamara, please call building maintenance and see if they can check it out.”

  “Okay boss,” Tamara said softly. “Is there anything else?”

  Janeshia turned around. “By the way Tamara, you’re great at your job, in case I haven’t told you lately.”

  “Thanks,” Tamara sighed.

  “Oh yeah, getting back on the subject of Adam; don’t forget to stand up to him about that email thing. He’s done the same thing to me a couple of times,” Janeshia nodded. “But when I finally stood up to him, he stopped. Anyway, all I can say is, when you do be patient with him. He means well.”

  “Adam is just so annoying,” Tamara shook her head in frustration. “That man really needs to get a life.”

  Janeshia could see this was going nowhere. She changed the subject. “One more thing, are there any messages for me?”

  “No, but Mr. Walker Edmond Perreault is here,” Tamara said. “Oh, I didn’t tell you earlier because he said he was going over to talk with Adam for a few minutes.”

  Janeshia checked her watch and let out a sigh. The peace and contentment of her morning were now shattered.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll tell him to knock real hard before he enters,” Tamara joked. “Now that man is obsessed with you. He really likes you. He’s looking very handsome today in a romantic leading man sort of way. But then he always does.”

  Janeshia threw back her head and snorted out a laugh, “Get real and stop being a diehard romantic.”

  Now, Walker Perrault is the one who really could use a hobby and a life,” she murmured under her breathe.

  “If you ask me, Walker has a hobby. I believe it’s coming by here every day to see you,” Tamara flashed a mischievous smile.

  “I’m going to ignore that,” Janeshia pretended to study some papers on her desk.

  “Walker is dangerously handsome in a geeky sort of way don’t you think?” Tamara blurted. “You like him. I can tell.”

  “My thoughts are always on my work Tamara, when I’m at work. Unlike some folks I know.” She looked away. “I don’t harbor secret romantic notions about someone I work with or for, or overhear other people’s conversations,” Janeshia lied. She fussed with the papers in front of her. “Don’t you have some work to do?”

  “Yes, and I’m starting with
telling that egotistical man, Adam St. Charles, who thinks he’s God’s gift to a computer and this office, to go piss-off,” Tamara said as she turned and walked toward the door. “But only if he bugs me again. And I’ll do it nicely of course.”

  Janeshia watched her office door close. She finished her coffee in one gulp and placed the cup back on her desk. She leaned on her elbows in deep thought.

  For the last three years she had achieved several her goals. First by being hired as the Director of Silicon Valley Making a Difference Foundation and then by maintaining and increasing the foundations multi-million-dollar asset and investment portfolio, as well as increasing the foundations sponsor list. Because of her hard work and dedication, the final out-come had meant that all of the programs the charity funds were well able to meet their annual budgets for many years to come. She only allowed herself one personal achievement. And that was purchasing her home.

  Her thoughts traveled back. If Walker’s mother Claire Marie Edmond-Perreault hadn’t taken early retirement just before Janeshia applied for the directorship, she never would have achieved her first goal. Now, the only thing missing from her life were fulfilling some of her other personal goals and finding that special someone to meet, marry and have babies with. Maybe this was a tall order. She knew that part wouldn’t be easy. She was a little bit too selective when it came to men. And to top that off her list of what a man should be was known to change daily. Still the major part of her “what a man must have” qualification was always running through her mind. Top of that list was that he had to be easy to get along with and be a great conservation. She knew Walker Edmond-Perreault, with his butting in and control issues and his trying to run the foundation, didn’t fit those two qualifications at all.

  Walker Edmond-Perreault held a PhD in chemical engineering and a master’s in economics. Many said he was a genius. Janeshia was sure he was a geek. Albeit, he was a very handsome geek; but he was still a geek, never-the-less.

  She guessed that Walker Edmond Perrault’s, being the only son from a wealthy family, influenced the lack of charm he possessed. He was highly intelligent, she had to admit. But a bit pompous at times. He was a man who was accustomed to being in charge and giving other instructions. At thirty-six years of age he was a full ten years older than Janeshia.