Authors: Amity Maree
Magical Mayhem
Magical Mayhem
By
Amity Maree
(c)2011 by Blushing Books(r) and Amity Maree
Copyright (c) 2011 by Blushing Books(r) and Amity Maree
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Magical Mayhem
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Chapter One
Megan was on the verge of tears, and she knew that the last thing she needed was alcohol, but she found herself in the lounge of the hotel, ordering a glass of wine. She'd just been fired, and she had no clue as to where she was going to go, or what she was going to do. At least her room was paid for through Sunday night, but come Monday morning she had to be packed up and out of the luxurious hotel, pounding the pavement and looking for yet another job. She simply couldn't seem to do anything right!
Megan absolutely could not bear the thought of calling her parents and asking if she could move home... again! Her mother seemed to think all of her problems would be solved if she'd simply find a nice doctor or lawyer to marry and have babies to tie the man to her! Her dad seemed to think she was a hopeless screw-up, and after getting fired from every job she'd had since her first job at McDonald's when she was sixteen, she couldn't defend herself! Megan was miserable, and so lost in thought that she didn't notice the man sitting at the bar, staring at her for a good, long while. When she did catch sight of him, she felt herself blushing under his scrutiny. Finally, she aimed her disappointment and upset at him. "Who do you think you are staring at, Mister? You should take a picture; it lasts longer!" It wasn't original, but it should put him in his place, or so she thought.
"Stand up and let me look at you, young lady," the man ordered without one bit of compunction for bossing her around.
"I will do no such thing!" she replied. "Why don't you get lost?"
"I need you," was his shocking reply, and Megan's temper flared in response.
"If you think I am sitting in this bar hoping to pick up a man, then you'd just better change your mind! I'm not for sale, Mister, not for any price!"
The bartender moved down the bar and stood beside the man, trying to decide if she needed to call for hotel security to help her with the situation.
"It's all right, Brenda," the man said, smiling with confidence. "The young lady misunderstood my intentions. I'm thinking of offering her a job," he explained to the bartender. "Please get her another glass of whatever she is drinking, and I'll have another beer. Thank you." He dismissed her with a wave of his hand as if it was something he was used to doing.
He got to his feet and moved over to stand beside the table where Megan was sitting. "I should have worded things differently," he told her with a charming smile. "First of all, my name is Montague. My assistant quit on me this morning after using one of those pregnancy test kits and learning that she and her husband are going to have a baby. She left me high and dry, and rushed home to tell her husband the good news. Well, it is good news for them," he admitted with a rueful smile, "but I sure wasn't very happy about it. I need an assistant, and I need one right now. You are simply lovely, your hair is a beautiful shade of red, and I think you would fit into Glenna's costumes without a lot of alteration. Stand up, please," he ordered again, but a bit more politely.
"You are seriously offering me a job? Doing what?" Megan demanded, but she did stand up so he could look at her.
"You're shorter than Glenna, but I like that."
His dark eyes softened in approval and Megan suddenly realized the man was handsome as sin! Dark black hair, tall, broad shouldered, and well built, with a smile to die for. Yes, the man was making her want to work for him, no matter the job! She was getting carried away, but the prospect of finding another job so quickly got her hopes up! "What kind of work do you do, and what would I have to do as your assistant?" she inquired, making herself ask the questions she needed to have answers for before she fell all over herself only to learn he was doing something shady or illegal.
Montague felt the urge to tease the pretty girl. "You would have to let me cut you in half and make you disappear," he told her, his tone perfectly serious. He loved watching the emotions play across her face. Her eyes were a lovely shade of green and they filled with disbelief, then shock, and then with dismay, and finally the temper that was always lurking beneath the surface of most redheads. It was one of the reasons he was drawn to ladies with pretty red hair. A woman was no fun if she didn't have a bit of spirit ready to jump out and slap those who dared to offend her! A bit of taming and this young lady would be just perfect.
"Fine. Get lost, jerk!" she retorted, positive he was wasting her time. Megan gave him her back, fully intending to ignore him. His pickup line needed a lot of work! And that is when she saw the poster and felt her cheeks turn red as she recognized the man! He was the hotel's current entertainment! Montague the Majestic! Slowly, she turned to face him. "You are the magician on the posters around the hotel...?"
"I am!" He bowed, then seemingly from nowhere, he pulled out a bouquet of flowers and presented it to her.
"Oh my goodness!" Megan was truly impressed, and he saw the wonder in her green eyes.
"How difficult would it be for me to convince you to come and work for me, Red?" he asked, smiling hopefully. She was perfect for the job and he was certain of it.
"Not difficult at all. I would love to take the job." Her mind was made up. If taking this job would keep her from having to go home and face her parents once again as a failure, she would do whatever it took to make it work, even if it involved getting cut in half!
"You don't know what it pays, or the hours involved," he warned, completely taken aback by her seemingly instant decision. "While we are only on stage for two shows an evening, I demand a lot of rehearsal time. I am constantly changing my routine and adding new features, and removing others. I do not want guests to come back a second time and see the same exact show each night."
"I am willing to work hard," Megan told him. Brenda brought her wine and Montague's beer and put them on the table, and Montague thanked her and then took a seat.
"I live out of hotels and will require that you do the same. There is really no point in having an apartment, Red, and you will need to close up the one you have now. It is a waste of your money since we'll be on the road constantly; if we do take a break, we'll go home and stay with family. Can you handle that?"
"Yes, I can," she replied. "I don't have an apartment to close up. I've been living on the road lately. And, I am also in need of a job," she admitted, biting on her lip and hoping he wouldn't ask why, but of course, he did.
"Is that why you looked on the verge of tears when you came in here?" Montague asked curiously.
Megan nodded, too embarrassed to deny her circumstances.
"So, what happened? Did you get fired?" he asked.
"Yes," she was forced to admit, then decided to be honest. Since the disaster happened right here in one of the hotel's conference rooms, it would hardly be a secret and if he asked around, someone would surely satisfy his curiosity. "The blender I was using to make a smoothie caught on fire during the demonstration, and I panicked, and caught my foot on the table leg, and sent blenders flying everywhere!" She bowed her head, but not before he caught the glint of tears in her pretty eyes. "It was a complete disaster. People screamed and rushed to get out of the room. My boss blamed me, of course, and fired me. He said that my sales were low, and this was simply the last straw. The audience was filled with buyers for different department stores across the country, and EasyBlend lost all those potential sales. Not one person thought to blame the blender they gave me to use for the demonstration. I guess I was supposed to pretend that everything was normal while the blender was burning before our eyes."
Megan felt sorry for herself, and it was very evident to Montague. He had little patience for women who sat around and pouted. "I would think you would be celebrating. There isn't much future with that company. Just another splashy display for a while, but within another six months the company will go bankrupt. It is good your name won't be associated with their difficulties. You will be better off with me, young lady." He gave her a hard look. "Don't you think it's time you told me your name?"
Megan found herself smiling, and then she giggled. "You hired me without knowing my name! You must be desperate!"
"I am. I have shows tomorrow night, and without an assistant I can't perform. I have never in my entire career canceled a show, and I'm not going to start now." His words were said with a determination that she found refreshing.
"My name is Megan Marley. Is Montague just a stage name?" Megan asked curiously.
"Hardly. My name is Preston Hadley Montague the Sixth."
"The Sixth?" Megan repeated, and then giggled. When he looked at her in disapproval she realized he wasn't kidding. "You are serious? You are the Sixth...?"
"I am, and it is an honor."
"Oh my gosh! I thought that people with names like that lived in big mansions and drove fancy cars and had tons of money."
He looked at her but made no comment. Finally, he said, "My stage name is Montague the Majestic!"
"A pretty fancy name, don't you think?"
"I think that you need to learn some manners, young lady." He got to his feet and said, "Come with me. You need to try on the costumes that Glenna left behind in her room, which is now your room. I expect you to be moved in as soon as possible and ready to rehearse. I don't have long to teach you the various routines, and I hope you are a quick study."
"I will do my best," she promised.
"I know you will. I have a tried and true method of improving a performance and making it everything it should be. I take my work seriously, and I expect to give the best show possible, whether it is in a hotel, or in a garage for a child's birthday party. Now get moving, Megan. We really do need to get to work."
"I think you could use a different tone of voice, Mr. Montague the Sixth!" she said, her green eyes challenging him.
"I've learned that most women respond better to a firm tone, Miss Markley." He reached down and took her hand and in the next second she was standing. I strongly suggest you hurry your cute little butt, young lady, or we may have to start off your employment with a serious discussion about the rules I have for my assistant."
Megan was truly indignant, but before she could say another word she felt his hand land on her backside with a loud noise! He walked away and left her standing there, her mouth hanging open, even as her hand reached back to rub the stinging handprint she was sure would be there, hiding underneath her clothing!
"Honey, I am sure I could do a better job of spanking your sweet fanny..." a drunken salesman offered, trying to get to his feet, but landing back on his stool with an oomph.
"Leave the lady alone, Kenny," Brenda said firmly. "I think you should head on up to your room and take a nap so you're in shape to join us down here tonight for the band challenge. Lots of good music, free food, and the first drink is on us."
While Kenny was distracted, Megan left the lounge and hurried to her room. Montague forgot to tell her where he was staying, so she was going to have to ask... if she followed through and took the job as his assistant. She wasn't a bit sure she could put up with the man's attitude. And, he'd spanked her! Right on her bottom, and it was stinging like crazy! What kind of man swatted his employee?
Megan reached her room before her cell phone started ringing. The tone told her it was her father, and she answered with dread. "Hello, Dad. How are you?"
"I'm fine," he replied, his voice deep and hearty. "How are you doing? I am not sure I like this job of yours," he commented. "It don't seem right to live out of a suitcase all the time."
