Magical Christmas

Santa Claus is coming to town

Erin POV

I extended my hand to the man in charge of the merger. He was Burt Harolds, sent by the owner of Gifts and Gimics to absorb our company. Officially it was a merger, while in reality it was a takeover. I had worked at the Magic Hat the past five years and was not sure I would stay after the change. I had applied here years ago hoping to come in contact with someone who knew about real magic, someone who could help me gain control of the magic or turn it off. Alternatively, a spell that would actually work for me. I found no one. When I approached the covens I found listed, they were full of humans. But I had not yet given up hope.

Also I had been happy at the Magic Hat. When I started there, I studied at night and was promoted. I may be grouchy around Tilda right now, but we were actually good friends who had a lot of fun together. The men in the office were all harmless, just the way I liked it. SI felt safe here. But not any more. As soon as the goons from Gifts and Gimics started coming by, the atmosphere changed. They were rude, would sexually harass the females and bully the men. Burt had been here before and had made inappropriate comments towards all of them. He implied that bad things would happen to the company and them if they did not keep him happy.

Her boss, Eliza, had borne the worst of it. I was not sure how far she had been pushed but twice I found her crying in the bathroom after their visits. We were not close, so I felt uncomfortable asking her about what happened. But I had bought her a pick-me-up basket and put it on her desk signed by "the staff". And now Eliza was in a coma.

"No, I want you to read it to me and I want you to sit next to me on the couch while you do it." Burt patted the couch next to him. I could not quite keep the disgust from my face. I sat down on the couch. As far away from him as I could while still trying to be respectful. He, however, leaned towards me and put his hand on my leg. Alarmbells screamed in my head. After Mathew, I avoided all situations like this. My pulse was increasing. I was breathing fast.

Don't screw up the jobs for all your friends! Don't hit his hand off. But the cold shivers that were going up and down my spine were becoming unbearable. And then suddenly I was completely calm. Someone growled by the door and SW walked in. He glared at Burt while indicating with his eyes that the hand should be removed. Burt reluctantly did.

"I'm sorry. Who are you?" Burt asked.

"Devin Night. I am here on behalf of the Magic Hat to supervise Erin while she is filling Eliza's position. I heard you were just about to go over numbers. Erin, please continue." SW said.

Was his name really Devin? Did he work for the Magic Hat? Was he a consultant? Trust my luck to have my superior fall down my chimney. I kissed my supervisor and now I was going to need to spend every day at work with him. I cursed at the magic gods. They must be laughing their asses off on their cloud or throneroom or whatever.

"Yes, as you see, we made a decent profit this quarter. We manage to pay for the staff, the office, the warehouse and some investments in new products. We have 5 patents. One is a very good seller, the frizzier ( a hairbrush which changes what you do with it using hidden buttons and where one can't see how the bristles change upon pressing the buttons). We have a cost-benefit summary for every invention and for every department." I handed them both the papers. "As you can see all staff and departments are contributing more than they cost. Do you have any questions so far?"

"It I were to ask you to fire 5 of them, who would it be?" Burt asked menacingly,

"That is half our staff. Why? It was said the merger would occur with a minimum of fireings."

"Humor me," Burt said.

I froze. I could not say names of people who would potentially lose their job.

"Sir, Erin just took this position. She obviously has not done an evaluation of each member of staff. Why don't I discuss it with her and then get back to you?"

"Of coarse, Mr Night. But do feel free to give me some time alone with Erin next time. I would like to hear her opinion on several tasks and I don't believe she would speak as freely if you were there."

" Unfortunately, I have been told to stick to our girl like glue. I can't let her out of my sight until management concludes her training is done."

Burt glared at SW and left, leaving me alone with the werewolf. This room had windows facing the staff but, unfortunately, Burt had drawn all the blinds. No one could see them. I turned and looked at SW. He was wearing a shirt and chinos. Even in formal business gear, I could see the ripped muscles underneath.

"I'm sorry about yesterday!" I said. "I hope it does not affect your review of my skills for the board."

He did not respond. He was looking at me with fury.

"Is this how you normally dress for the office? What ideas were you hoping to send to your customers?"

I blushed but was also a little angry. I was being slut-shamed.

"I guess it is a little oldfashiond. I will make sure to wear a deeper neckline tomorrow. I would hate to have our customers think we were a boring magic shop."

"I was actually hoping for something a bit more professional."

" Oh, is this not very professional?" I asked while pulling my fingers along my decolletage. His eyes trailed the movement. "It is a good thing you are here then to help me out." I put my hand on his chest. "Should I put on a shirt like this one?" I was standing close to him looking into his eyes. I could feel heat pulsating between our bodies. Would he move closer?

He took a step back and took off his shirt. Hello eightpack! I wanted to gently graze my teeth along them while moving lower. His body looked like what the Renaissance sculptors wish they could have carved. He handed the shirt to me and then reached for a new one in his bag. Who brings a bag of clothes to work? Oh right, werewolves. They must tear clothing all the time for their changes.

Why did he not give me the new one from his bag? Not that I am complaining. This one was warm and smelled wonderful. And I got to see a great view. The only problem was I was now going to have to do every one of my meetings while being exceptionally turned on. How was I supposed to go several days without begging him to have s*x with me?