Cormac
I watched Sean follow Brenda into the back of the shop.
Based on how he kept checking her out and the vibe I caught, it seemed my brother was interested in more than just learning the process of custom fragrance-making.
He wanted Brenda. And who could blame him?
She was a knock-out. But despite how attractive she was, it was her coworker, Cyndi, who held my attention. She was drop-dead beautiful in my book.
She was of average height against my six-foot frame.
Her skin was a creamy ivory color. When paired with her golden blond hair, you’d think it would wash her out, but it didn’t.
Her hair was up in a twist. I longed to see it down.
Along with her hair and skin, there were her delicate features topped with the greenest eyes I’d ever seen.
They reminded me of Ireland in the spring.
I was taken with her, and while I was here to obtain gifts for Mam and Maeve, I was determined to learn more about Cyndi.
I had no intention of leaving without having her number.
I wasn’t able to recall the last time a woman struck me so hard.
My recent restlessness calmed from simply being in her presence.
“Shut it,” I fired back without heat. He grinned.
Unlike many of our peers, we didn’t insist that our employees address us formally. We were fine with them using our first names. Some struggled with using Patrick, Daid’s, and Mam’s names. The ones we demanded refer to us as “Mr.” or “Mrs.” were barely acquaintances, and some were enemies.
“I think you might find this piece is one you could see one of your special ladies wearing,” Cyndi said, forcing me to concentrate on the here and now.
I examined the ruby and diamond necklace she pointed to. It was stunning, and I pictured Mam wearing it. It was a statement piece without being too flashy.
“It’s lovely. May I see it out of the case?”
“Certainly. Let me go behind the counter so I can open it.”
She had herself behind it in no time, and the ruby necklace was carefully laid out on a black velvet cloth that she had put down.
It made the necklace pop even more. I took a satin glove from the box she held out to me.
Slipping it on first, I then picked up the necklace to examine it. It was a beautiful piece.
“I say let’s put this aside to show Sean,” I told her after I was done checking it out.
From there, she led me to several displays, and not a single item shown was something I couldn’t see either woman wearing.
A few times, I saw images in my mind of Cyndi wearing them.
Christ, what was wrong with me? I shoved those thoughts away and continued to examine more until I felt we had enough to show my brother.
It had been an hour. Had he and Brenda made any progress with the perfumes?
I was curious to see what she had come up with.