Excerpt of Noelle's Gift by Shannon Emmel

When Noelle saw the room, Brad and everything else was
momentarily forgotten. She tried to take it all in. The
floors were covered in yards of undulating white that gave
the illusion of a blanket of new-fallen snow. The cocktail
tables, too, were swathed in white and topped with accents
of silver and gold. Other seating areas were staged with
electric fireplaces decorated with garland, and stockings
hung from their mantles.

As she neared one of those seating areas, Noelle’s worst
nightmare took hold. In front of every fireplace was a
white bearskin rug and across every couch, there was a fur
throw. To her utter horror, the white covering nearly
everything in sight and giving the impression of snow, was
actually fluffy white fur.

That it was all faux fur was irrelevant. The look, the feel
and the effect it had on her, was exactly the same. She
felt the familiar twinge between her legs begin to build
and with it, a sense of panic that one or more of her
coworkers would notice and somehow guess her dirty little
secret.

She maneuvered through the maze of people and holiday
vignettes toward the location of the restrooms, hoping to
collect herself before she made her final decision to
either try to stick it out, at least for a while, or come
up with an excuse to cut and run immediately. She made her
way toward a giant Christmas tree, decorated with hundreds
of old-fashioned wooden and glass ornaments. A toy train
chugged along, winding in between brightly wrapped packages
as it circled the base of the tree. Noelle breathed a sigh
of relief, knowing it was the last obstacle between her,
the hallway leading to the restrooms and a few moments of
relative safety.

Her relief was short-lived. She stepped around the tree and
ran straight into John Abbott, the company’s CEO,
surprisingly dressed for the occasion as Santa Claus.

With the CEO, and dressed in a custom-tailored black
velvet, fur trimmed suit of his own, complete with matching
Santa hat, was the company’s newest acquisition, Mr. Brad
Merriman.

“Noelle,” Mr. Abbott said, with an uncharacteristic twinkle
in his eye. “Merry Christmas! Have you been here long?”

“N-no. I just arrived,” Noelle replied. She was willing to
bet Brad was behind the over-the-top holiday décor. “Merry
Christmas to you too. You’ve certainly outdone yourself
with this holiday party. I don’t think I’ve ever seen
anything like it.”

“Ha ha, you may as well call it what it is—a Christmas
party! I know it’s not exactly politically correct these
days, but I haven’t had this much fun in years. And the
credit for the idea all goes to this man right here. I’d
like you to meet the new president of our advertising
division, Brad Merriman. Brad, this is Noelle LeBlanc.
She’s your senior V.P. and the top producing member of your
team, so I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of her in the
future.”

“I certainly hope so,” Brad said, extending his hand to
Noelle.

Noelle took his proffered hand. Her mind barely registered
the fact that Mr. Abbot had excused himself to greet other
guests, leaving her looking up into blue eyes that never
glanced away from hers. It was just as she feared, her
pussy pulsed and the old urge to melt into his arms was as
strong as ever.