The Alpha boss and the PA

Fairy godmother

Alissa POV

“You did what now?” Daisy asked me in complete shock.

“It was for the children.” I said defensively. How could she not see that? David would have totally bailed on that ball and then the sick children would have suffered.

“But… Alis you wanted to keep everything professional and now you are going to attend a ball as your boss’s date?”

“Not as his date! As his plus one.” I would never go as his date. Well… never might be a bit of a strong word. He was very attractive and charming and did I already mention attractive? But this was for Lily and kids like her. It was my duty really when you thought about it.

“Right… for the children.” Daisy stated in a monotonous voice.

“Exactly!” I answered enthusiastically. “There is only one tiny problem.”

“Just one?” Daisy asked in an unbelieving tone.

“Yes. What am I going to wear? I don’t have a ball gown. That’s what people wear to balls, right?” In my head I pictured Cinderella in her big poofy blue dress dancing with the prince at the ball. Oh, maybe I would meet my prince charming there too! He would be big and strong and have black, wild hair and gorgeous grey eyes and... No, wait, that’s David and David is my boss. Bad Alissa!

“Pretty sure they wear evening gowns or something.” Daisy pitched in.

“I don’t have one of those. We have to go shopping!” I jumped up ready for action, but then Daisy ruined it all by pointing out that I did not in fact have money to go shopping for an evening gown.

“They are pretty expensive and you haven’t even gotten your first paycheck yet.  You can’t go and spend money you don’t have for an evening of frolicking with your boss!”

But I wasn’t ready to give up by a long shot. This was going to happen one way or the other. I just had to come up with the money. Where was a fairy godmother when you needed one?

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David POV

I was pretty sure I had formalwear somewhere... I was standing in my bedroom looking around, wondering where I had my tuxedo stashed. Normally I wouldn't complain about the size of my room. I called it my bedroom, but it was more of a suite. It had a seating area with a big tv and soft chairs and a nice couch. And attached to it all was a massive bathroom with a double sink, a bathtub and a walk-in shower. I was also the proud owner of a rather large walk-in closet that did not seem to contain my tux. Now I was stuck trying to find it in this huge space. I looked around again trying to remember what I did with it when I had worn it last. It had been to the wedding of the future Alpha and Luna of the Blue Stone pack. It had been an uncomfortable evening of semi-politics mixed with alcohol and she-wolves throwing themselves at me hoping against hope I would be their mate, and I distinctly remember being in a bad mood when I got back and wanting to get out of my tux as soon as possible. Then I remembered yelling. Granted I was a bit drunk at the time, so I might not be remembering that correctly... But the yelling memory stuck with me, so I decided to go to the probable source of the yelling. Maybe she knew what happened to my tux.

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Sarah POV

I was just about to park myself on the couch for the evening with a cup of tea and some horrible reality tv, when I heard a knock on the door. Scared this annoying visitor would ruin my peaceful evening I decided to stay quiet and hoped they would give up and leave. Jack was visiting some friends tonight and I needed some me-time. I loved my husband, bless him, but with the pregnancy getting to the final stages he was just around me too much. I needed him out of my aura and I needed me, tea and tv.

I slowly and soundlessly inched my way to the couch.

"Sarah open up, I hear you shuffling around in there." David's voice rang through the door.

Darn it! Stupid werewolf hearing. I considered for a moment to just continue ignoring him, but curiosity started to rear its ugly head. What would bring David over? He rarely popped over for a visit.

With a deep sigh I gave up and opened the door.

"Do you remember what happened to my tuxedo?" David asked as he walked past me into the apartment.

"Good evening to you too! I am well, thanks for asking" I rolled my eyes at him.

"What? Right, yes, how are you?" At least he had the decency to look sheepish.

"I am looking forward to a quiet evening by myself. What on earth do you need your tux for? Oh. My. Goddess. Are you going to propose to Alissa??" Screw reality tv, this was better!

"Of course not, don't be ridiculous. I am going to the Bosworth ball and that is formal attire. The last memory I have of my tux is wanting to take it off and you yelling at me." He frowned at me.

"Why are you going to the Bosworth ball? You never go there!" I asked suspiciously.

"Somebody pointed out that I should go this year. So I need my tux. Where is it?"

He was acting very shifty... He hated formal occasions and there was no way on earth somebody just convinced him to go. It took me weeks to convince him of anything and there was nobody he listened to better than... Hold up...

"Alissa. Alissa convinced you to go, didn't she? Is she coming with you?" More suspicious shifting from him. So that was a 'yes' then. They were going to the ball together. A date! I felt a big smile creep onto my face. Oh this was SO much better than reality tv!

“Look woman, do you know where my tux is or not?”

This was going to be perfect! It didn’t really matter which one of them came up with the idea because clearly the other one caved and they were going to go together!

“Balls are so romantic! The dresses, the dancing…” I sighed.

“Fine… I will just buy a new tuxedo!” David grumbled and he started to make his way to the door. This was unacceptable. He disturbed my evening and dangled this juicy story in front of me and now he wanted to leave? Wait, he was hammering on about something highly unimportant… Right, his tuxedo.

“It’s here somewhere.” I told him.

“My tux? Why is it here?” he asked me with a frown. He stopped edging towards the door, so that was a win.

“Because after the Blue Stone wedding you wanted to rip it off because, and I quote, ‘this stupid suit is stupid and I won’t stand for it any longer’. It seemed like a waste of a perfectly good suit, so I yelled at you and then you took it off and threw it at me. I thought it was safer with me after that.” I informed him.

“That doesn’t sound like something I would say at all!” He protested.

“And yet…” I sighed and headed for the bedroom which held the closets. I had the tuxedo dry-cleaned  and then I put it away in one of those plastic protection covers.

“When is the Bosworth ball anyway?” I asked as I opened the door of Jack’s closet and started rummaging through its contents.

“This Friday evening. So not much time. I figured I would send my tux off to the cleaners first thing tomorrow or I won’t get it back in time.”

I pulled a bag out of the closet and threw it on the bed.

“Pretty sure this is it, but check to be sure will you? Jack has a tux in a similar bag and we wouldn’t want you to wear an ill-fitting tuxedo on your big night!”

David rolled his eyes at me and started unzipping the bag.

“No need to get it cleaned, because I did that before it went into the bag. It should be fine.” David did look really dashing in that outfit. The woman at the Blue Stone wedding had been all over him in the hopes that he would pay them some attention. Of course the only effect that had was making David massively uncomfortable, but  it didn’t seem to deter any of them.

Then a horrible thought struck me.

“What about Alissa?” I asked in a panicked voice.

“What about her?” David pulled the tux out of the bag to inspect it.

“What is she going to wear?”

“I don’t know… A dress I presume?” David looked at me in confusion.

“But what if she doesn’t have any formalwear? Those things are expensive and I know what she earns! You don’t pay her enough for that kind of purchase. Something needs to be done!”

 “Uhm…” David said while still clutching the tuxedo.

“Yes… Yes, you are just going to have to buy a dress for her.” He looked at me in horror, so I continued. “And by you I mean me, but that’s a given. And if you want to keep up this idiotic story of ‘I don’t want a mate, she is just an employee’ then you can always say that she needs to look presentable for the sake of the company.” I nodded contently. This evening had turned out so much better than expected. I left a still confused looking David to cuddle with his tux and headed to the laptop in the living room. Time to go shopping!