Page 48 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
Which two employees on the Modern Day Witch Hunt staff have been married for over five years and had their wedding in Las Vegas with Richard Simmons as their wedding officiant?
At first, I have no clue how I would actually know that, setting the card down and sitting in the antique purple, crushed velvet chair that they've provided for me. Staring at the clouds passing over the monitor in front of me, I try to determine how the hell I’m supposed to figure this out.
And no—that weird phallic-shaped cloud shifting through the middle of the screen isn’t any help.
Use the magic,my brain whispers enticingly.
Think about penis clouds,my ovaries counter, finding their voice once more.
I huff out a sigh, ignoring all my internal advice. I’m determined to at least try and do this without Kai’s magic. Since I've been instructed to hold off until the first two people have submitted their answers, I might as well try and use my brain while I wait. I’ve only met a few of the network employees, and I know it isn’t Preston. . .
Well, it better fucking not be—or someone is definitely getting a case of hex herpes.
Running through the employees I've met in the last week, one pair sticks out like sore thumbs in my mind—Jake and Chance, my very sparkly makeup and hair artists, scream ‘Richard Simmons married us.’
Hmmm. . .
I wonder if they have a wedding video that I can watch—that'd be hilarious.
I fight the urge to scribble down my answer and drop it in the box, but I trust Preston not to let me get eliminated—also, I trust him not to be married and stringing me along. My poor ovaries can’t handle a betrayal like that, not after he worked them so well. So, I just sit there and stare blankly at the screen, my eyes unfocused as the clouds leisurely roll by—and that’s when a flash of something filters into the front of my mind.
Bellamy.
Me.
Someveryexplicit moaning.
And an intense pulse of pleasure surging through my core as if I’m mid-orgasm and not sitting on the stage.
Thankfully, the sinful sensation disappears as quick as it came, leaving me in a stunned silence.
What the hell just happened?
There is no way in hella bunch of cloudsjust gave me a vision of Putnam and me screwing. . .
Or, did they?
Ugh.
You'd think my hussy ovaries would be satiated after riding Preston’s and Kai’s broomsticks all night.
You thought wrong,they snark.
Goddess, now isnotthe time for them to get all belligerent.
I’m fucking someone off-limits, a cat-turned-man, and now—clouds are suggesting I get with my sworn enemy?
At the thought of Bellamy, my eyes inadvertently dart to where he’s staring into his small, well-contained fire. The glow from the flames illuminates his strong, beard-covered jaw and intense gaze, his shoulder-length blond hair pulled back in a small knot at the base of his skull.
Curse him for being so attractive.
Why couldn’t he have been hexed with an ugly spell?
Well, maybe his broomstick doesn't match the rest of the pretty package—his attitude certainly doesn’t.
Suddenly, he smirks and reaches forward to snatch his card. He hastily scribbles down his answer and hops up to turn it in. I find my eyes trailing to his cock—only to see if it’s small!
Unfortunately, based on that bulge, Putnam has every right to becocky.
