Page 74 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
Only this wasn't a thought that was intentionally directed at me. It was softer, sweeter.
Oh my goddess, Bellamy is actually being supportive.
At that thought, he flashes me a glare.
"At least I don't 'just like your pussy well enough,'"he snaps mentally.
"Well you have some competition for who's got the better dick, so if you want to win that then you best up your game,"I think triumphantly as the director finally hollers 'cut.'
If that doesn't get my ass spanked, I don't know what will.
"Oh, it definitely is getting spanked, little witch,"he broadcasts in a hissed whisper."But right now, we need to get the hell out of here—"
"Miss Porter!" the woman who’s kept the show flowing calls out, catching my attention as I start toward the edge of the stage where I notice Preston standing with a harsh frown.
"Yes?" I question.
"You have a meeting with the CEO of the network to go over the prize," she explains simply.
Meaning I get to meet Mindy Trump.
Awesome...
Fake it till you make it, hot stuff, I gave myself a mental pep talk knowing I had to pretend not to know her plan, but when Bellamy's laughter fills my head, I grind my teeth.
That's going to get old.
"Right through that door," she instructs, pointing to an unopened door at the end of a random hallway.
I murmur my thanks and start walking. I’m unsure if it’s my anticipation or the worry of what I know about Mindy and what she’s planning on doing that makes the hallway seem to stretch on or not, but by the time I reach the door it feels like an eternity later.
"Come in!" she calls when I knock.
She looks exactly like I’ve anticipated. Perfectly styled brunette hair that flows around her shoulders. Sleek grey skirt suit clothing a lean body that somehow has just the perfect amount of curves.
Of course, she has to be pretty, I huff.
"Really? That's what you're focused on?" Bellamy asks in annoyance.
"Hello, Miss Porter. Please come in."
Shutting the door behind me, I step closer to her massive antique desk dominating the space. I shake the hand she holds out for me, forcing a sweet smile on my face.
"My name's Mindy, and I own the network. I just wanted to have you come in so we can have a little chat about the prize now that filming is completed," she continues to rattle on.
Everything about her statement is normal, but the odd note to her voice with 'little chat' makes a heavy weight form in my stomach.
"Oh, of course, should I sit or..." I trail off, pointing to the small chair in front of her desk.
"That would be perfect."
Continuing to chant in my mind, a consistent reminder to stay normal, I take a seat and wait for her to start talking. But she decides to take her sweet time, walking slowly around her desk after scanning the spines of her bookshelf on the way. I recognize the attempt to make me stress, but hearing Bellamy's voice in my mind—while ridiculously annoying—is actually very helpful.
"I just wanted to check in let you know that the grimoire would be yours to read through after Mother Shipton's book of prophecies is recovered. If it isn't though… I'm sure you understand that I'll have to see if Mr. Putnam is able to find the prophecies. I should know within the next twenty-four hours if you have any new information on the whereabouts of the prophecies and would like to share those before it's too late."
The entire time she spoke, her friendly smile never faltered.
But the steel tone and ominous threat in her words are clear as day.
