Page 89 of Landon & Shay: Part Two

I relaxed a little more. Sure, Sarah was odd, but at the same time she was kind of charming. In a very weird way.

She walked over to her table, grabbed her balls, and came back to me. I held my hands out and she placed them in my hands, wrapping my fingers around her cryst—err—balls.

She stepped back, clasping her hands together, grinning at me as if she were a proud mama watching her kid’s graduation.

“How does it feel?” she questioned, her eyes wide with intrigue.

“Um,” I hesitated, completely unaware of how I was supposed to answer that.

She waved her hand at me. “There is no wrong answer. Go on. Just first thing that pops into your mind.”

“Well, they are…warm.”

“Yes.” She sighed, pleased by my answer. “My balls are warm.”

Good Lord, was I being Punk’d? Was Ashton Kutcher about to pop out of the trailer bathroom?

“What else, Shay?”

“Smooth. They are smooth.”

“Soo freaking smooth,” she moaned, way too into this than she should’ve been. “Now hum to them.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You know, hum. Close your eyes and hum. Then lightly blow on my balls.”

That awkward moment when you found out that one of your idols was a freaking psychopath.

But alas, I was in need of a job, and if that meant humming to two balls, then by all means was I going to hum my heart out.

I shut my eyes and right as I was about to push my lips together to hum out a tune, chuckling erupted in the room.

I opened my eyes and raised an eyebrow as Sarah, her hair designer, and her makeup artist all stood there laughing at me.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just a joke. We don’t hum at the stones. That would be silly. I just wanted to see how far you’d be willing to go with my crazy requests.”

I breathed out a breath of air. “Oh, well, okay.” Obviously, I’d go as far as blowing on her balls. That was the level of desperate I was sitting at.

“I think we are going to have fun working together,” Sarah remarked, taking the stones from my hands. “And it’s clear that you have a lot of dedication, so I think we’ll get along just fine. Have a seat, and I’ll give you the list of tasks that Lane typed up for you.”

“I’m sorry, are we not…interviewing for the position?”

“Interviewing? Oh no, honey, you’ve already been hired.” She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, I thought I made that clear. It wasn’t much of a question that you’d be hired, since your name was given to us by one of my favorite people.”

“I’m sorry, given to you?”

“Yes. You came with the highest referral. Honestly, with your background in being a barista, and your coffee girl latte crazy fiasco, I was even more excited to work with you. I mean, if I had a dollar for every time a terrible story about me went viral, I’d be rich.” She paused. “—Er. I’d be richer. Anyway, I really trust you, seeing how Landon spoke so highly.”

My stomach dropped. “Did you say Landon?”

“Yes. He said you were an old friend, and honestly, I’ll do anything to get in his good graces.” She took a seat at the table and patted the chair beside her. “Plus, since you have history with him, I figured you could give me some insider information?”

“What do you mean?” My mind was still spinning from the idea that Landon was the one who lined up the job for me. Why would he do that?

“Well, you know,” she licked her lips then bit her bottom one. “It’s no secret that Landon is a dreamboat. I’ve been trying for years to hook up with him, but it never really worked out.”

“What? I thought you two dated years ago. Back when your film came out?” I asked, trying to keep my question as calm as ever, even though my heart was pounding against my chest, trying to leap out of my body.

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