A deep sigh escapes me. I feel at peace once again. I go about my work with a huge smile plastered on my face.
***
Rawr Raaawr
I inwardly cringe and glare at the damn door.
A man stands there.
He’s smiling but his eyes look at me like being a girl is a disease and you can catch it from visiting a boutique.
He is tall, probably 6’2”. Olive skin tone and amber colored eyes.
I’m mesmerised.
His eyes are like honey! I’ve never seen that eye color before. He has dark brown spiky hair and a nice five o’clock shadow.
Wow, this man is gorgeous.
He looks to be about my age. He walks over to me, places both forearms on my counter, leans in close and asks, “Can you help me, honey?”
“I. Ahh…” I’m tongue tied. His voice is as smooth as his honey eyes.
Having obviously heard a man’s voice in the store, Mimi comes to stand next to me.
She looks Mr. Gorgeous up and down and narrows her eyes. She says firmly, “I can help you. ”
He looks her up and down the same way she’d done mere seconds before and smiles a big smile. Mr Gorgeous has a dimple.
My knees almost buckle and I start to sweat.
He smirks as he responds, “Great. I’m looking for the owner of this. ”
I look down and feel the flush rise from my chest up. This is because on the counter sits my Mr. Beautiful note.
Mimi looks down, brow scrunched in confusion. She reads the note and I know I’m totally busted. Meems knows my handwriting.
I feel her stare bore into me, I won’t look at her.
“You didn’t…” Her voice colored with amusement.
I’m red, splotchy, and embarrassed. I look towards the man who is now looking at me with narrowed eyes, his head at a tilt. Like he’s trying to read my mind or figure me out.
Before I can stop myself, I answer with a shrill, “How did he know it was me?”
Mr. Gorgeous takes the note from the counter and turns it over. We all look down and what I see makes me even redder. I hear Mimi burst out laughing. Mr. Gorgeous quietly chuckles.
Safira Boutique.
I wrote on Safira stationary!
I. Am. Mortified.
He was never meant to know!
Mr. Gorgeous speaks, “C’mon, sweetheart. You’re comin’ with me. ”
Uh, What?