“Just make your intent known before you give it to him,” she replied. “Spells don't work without intent. It can be something as simple as saying ‘I wish karma would teach my boss a lesson’. It doesn't need to be fancy,” she told him.
“Thank you, Sorcha,” he replied. He paid for the cannoli and tucked the box under his arm. “Have a great day.”
“You too,” she said and watched him go. And what a view it was. He filled out his dress slacks nicely.
Shaking her head, she went back to work, humming a tune as she did so.
Chapter Two
Finley
He arrived at work and went to his boss’ office. Ferguson wasn't in yet so he set the box on his desk, whispered his intent, then left.
“Did you do it?” Bob asked.
“Yeah, did you?” Mary and Susan asked in unison.
“Yeah, I got it. It's in his office now. I went with a karma spell,” he told them.
“Oh, karma. Yeah, he definitely needs karma for the way he treats everyone!” Susan commented.
“Hear, hear,” Bob replied.
“Yeah, he definitely needs karma to get him,” Mary put in.
“What's everyone jabbering about? Don't you have work to do?” Ferguson asked as he walked into the office.
Everyone scrambled to their desks to get to work. Finley kept an eye on Ferguson's office and watched as he opened the box. He watched the man sniff the pastry, shrug, and start eating it.
Yes! Now they just had to wait for karma to take hold.
That evening, Finley decided to stop by the bakery to see if Sorcha was still there. He found himself wanting to get to know the woman. She was sexy as fuck and intelligent, and she was inked, something he loved about a woman.
“Welcome to Hexes and Oh's Bakery, I'm Saffron. How can I help you?” the woman behind the counter inquired.
“Hi. I was actually looking for Sorcha,” Finley replied.
“Sorry, she's not here. You can find her two blocks over at her shop, The Wicked Owl,” Saffron told him.
“Okay, thanks. I'll head over there,” he told her and left. Instead of driving, he decided to walk the two blocks to The Wicked Owl.
When he got to the shop, he stared inside the window in front. He could see Sorcha inside and he paused to watch her. Then he stepped inside.
The first thing he noticed was the shelves filled with crystals, herbs, homemade soaps, tarot decks, incense, and potions. Strips of fabric hung down from the ceiling to add to the ambiance. Incense burned, scenting the air. He also noticed a snowy white owl on a perch behind her. When Sorcha looked up he waved.
“Oh, it's Finley, right? What brings you by?” she asked.
“You've got a good memory,” he replied as he approached the glass case she leaned against. He glanced down and saw an array of jewelry, some even handmade. “I was looking for you, actually,” he told her.
“Well, you found me. What can I do for you?” she asked.
He ran a hand through his hair. “This might be a bit forward, but I figured nothing ventured, nothing gained. Would you like to go out sometime?” he asked, leaning on the glass case.
Her eyes widened. “You want to go out…With me? You don't even know me.”
“What better way to get to know each other than to go out on a date?” he countered. He watched her fiddle with one of her braids while she thought about it.
“Fine, you can take me on a date,” she finally said.
