Big Beautiful Witches: I Married A Warlock by Georgette St. Clair

  All night. He’d done everything to her that she’d always dreamed of, and more, and then some more things she’d never even thought of. He’d told her how much he’d missed her while he was away. 
    It was like a dream, an impossible dream.  If it weren’t for the sweet ache between her legs, and the tingling on her shoulder where Erik had nipped her hard, she’d never believe it really happened.
    “So, is it true, the taller the wizard, the bigger the wand?” Renoir fluttered his eyes at her, and Fiona suppressed a giggle.
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    “You know, I’ve never been with a wizard. Is it…magical?”
    “Oh my God. That wasn’t an attempt at humor, was it? I swear I’ll dock your pay, Renoir.” But Fiona couldn’t hide her broad smile, and when she rushed off to help a gaggle of witches reach a jar of Skin Glow, she dissolved into a fit of giggles.
    Maizie strolled in at 8 a.m. She looked as tired as Fiona, but not in the delicious, screwed-all-night-long way.   There were faint circles under her eyes and a tension to her that was new.
    “All right, what is it?” Fiona asked.
    “What is what?” Maizie muttered, pushing past her to set her purse down behind Fiona’s counter.
    “Nothing, crabby-pants. If you decide you want to talk, you know where to find me.”
    “In between Erik’s legs,” Renoir piped up. “Owww!” He squealed, as a potted rosebush sitting on Fiona’s counter snapped a branch at him.
    “Don’t blame me. Blame the bush,” Fiona flashed an innocent smile.
    “That’s what she said,” Renoir tittered, and rushed off before Fiona could make the plant swat at him again.
    Maizie’s slowly turned back to face Fiona. Her eyebrows shot up.  “No way.  You and Erik…”
    “All night long! I still can hardly believe it. I feel like I’m going to wake up any minute and realize it was just a dream.”
    Maizie managed a tired smile. “He’s lucky to have you, Fiona.”
    “Thank you for lying.”
    “Oh, shut up, Veggie.”
    “No, you shut up, Sparky. And you look like hell.  What’s bothering you?”
    “Nothing,” Maizie said shortly, and walked away before Fiona could say anything else.
    It was mid morning when Fiona felt a familiar ripple of unease, and she turned to see Maegera and her mother standing in the store, with Bonnie, as ever, trailing behind, eyes downcast.
    Maegera ignored Maizie and Renoir, who were standing by the door, and made her way straight for Fiona. “I need some luster-bright for my hair,” she said. “For my date with Erik.”
     
    Fiona’s heart twisted in her chest, and she felt her breath catch.  Date with Erik? Was that possible?
     
    “Ahhh…”  Fiona struggled to pull herself together. Disconcerted, she pointed to a small metal bin.  “The luster-bright’s that way. On that shelf right there. It’s clearly marked.”
     
    “Where? Can you show me?” Maegera’s eyes gleamed with malice.
     
    She was up to something, but what?
     
    Fiona glanced around frantically, but Maizie and Renoir were both busy helping customers.
     
    “By the way, who’s your date for the Crystal Ball?”Maegera pasted a smile on her face and tilted her head to one side.
     
    Fiona felt the blood rushing to her cheeks.  She felt like she was back in school, in Broom class, with everyone watching her with a mixture of pity and contempt.  “I’m only going there for work. I’m with the Florists Guild.”
     
    “Oh, that sounds  dull.  Well, maybe next year you’ll get lucky.” Fiona wanted to slap the fake smile of sympathy of Maegera’s face, but she curled her hands into fists at her side, and counted to ten instead.
     
    It would be terribly embarrassing if Erik had to arrest her for assault.
     
    Maegera turned away, pretending to examine the contents of the little bins on the shelves. “Tonight’s   going to be ever so romantic, and I want to dazzle him. I’ve already picked out a gown he’ll simply