Page 30 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
Ha!
Take that,Putnam, I think sassily as I saunter over to my designated spot.
I may be hexed, but I can still bring the heat.
When I step into my waiting spot, I look around but can’t find Binx. Hmm, wonder if he's gone off to do something catty while I'd been focused.
Note to self—find your stray pussy.
"And Loïc has also completed his trial! With only thirty seconds left on the clock, who will make the cut?" Carter announces dramatically.
Looking to my right, I find Winnifred struggling to get her altar organized properly. I’m purposely ignoring Bodie's creepy smirk aimed at me until the last possible moment. Forcing myself to look at him, I give him another—what I hope is flirty—grin before turning to look at Tansy and Bellamy. They are neck and neck as the timer counts down.
Tansy, Tansy, Tansy,I chant.
"Oh, and Bellamy Putnam gets it just in the nick of time!" Carter exclaims enthusiastically, the ding of Bellamy's circle sounding only a second before the final buzzer goes off.
Fucking damn it.
"And cut!"
Thank goddess.
I almost slump to the ground, but now that the cameras are done rolling and we’re dismissed from set for a short break, I practically run over to Preston. Adrenaline courses through me, everything electrified as I reach him.
"You did amazing, Nora," he enthuses, rubbing my back as we start to walk. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I need to get the hell away from everyone before I sic my scary cat on them," I joke, shaking my arms a little to try to rid the trembling. "Can I go back to my dressing room for a bit? Just want to take a few quick breaths—I didn't realize how nerve-racking this all was until after the trial was over."
"We can absolutely do that. Do you want anything to drink?"
"Got any hard liquor in this joint?"
Based on his sideways glance, I’ll take that as a no.
Damn.
"I really could use some liquid courage. . . but I’m done once they film the contestants who are eliminated, right?"
"Yes. Although, there is a bit of one-on-one filming that they may want to do now to get feedback for how each of you felt during the trial. The network will filter them in during the episode like how Survivor does it, you know? But since this was the first trial, they may save it for tomorrow—give you all a break."
"Okay then, I'll hold off on anything to drink. Nothing more embarrassing than having to go to the bathroom in the middle of something important. I'm already reduced to wearing enough glitter that the astronauts on the International Space Station can see it from orbit; I think that I'll pass on doing the potty dance on national television. Oh, on a totally unrelated note from peeing and craft herpes—as Bellamy so cutely called it—have you seen Binx?"
"He slunk off in the middle of the trial. I'll go see if I can find where your little furry monster is hiding while you recharge. I'll just follow the sounds of terrified screaming from the network crew," Preston teases as we reach my dressing room. "But for real, Nora, I think you blew it out of the park today."
"I think you mean blew it out of the caldron. This is a witch show, after all."
Goddess above—now they have me being all cliché.
What kind of fucked up magic is that?
Preston's shiver-inducing laugh fills my ears as he leaves to go look for Binx. Chuckling to myself, I open the door to my dressing room.
And walk in on a naked man standing in the middle of the space.
Instead of being smart and running away, along with potentially screaming, I hustle inside and shut the door behind me..
My ovaries made me do it,I swear as I take in the perfect specimen before me.
