Page 9 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
"Nope!" I say, popping the P. "But if you want to walk me through some of the next steps, I'd be eternally grateful. Don't want to go into this blind."
Especially not againstBellamy.
What a ridiculous name—one to match his ridiculously handsome face.
Wait, no—one to match his ridiculous asshole-y face.
Yeah, that's better.
"That's very smart, Nora. As I said earlier, we'll tour the studio and get you acquainted with the layout before filming starts. You'll get to meet the other contestants, learn the ropes a bit about what a typical day will look like, then get your props and other things. We don't start filming for another few days but we know it can be a lot. The network wants us ready quickly to film through October because of Halloween—the holiday should up our ratings significantly."
I register everything he’s saying, tucking it away so I won't forget, but when I hear the nickname, I preen. No one has ever called me that before which makes it that much more endearing—and encouraging.
A nickname is a clear indication of his desire to swap bodily fluids, isn’t it?
"There's six contestants, right? Me,Bellamy," I can’t help but emphasize his name with a frown, "and who else?"
"You'll meet them at the studio—don't want to color your views of them. There are two other women and three men."
I nod, trying not to mess up my stylist's work. We lapse into a bit of silence when Sissy starts asking me a few questions about how light of a purple I want when the bleaching process is done. By the time she rolls over the head heater and situates it over me, my butt is numb and I’m getting antsy.
"You hungry?" Preston asks randomly.
"Goddess, yes," I practically moan, my stomach growling at the same time as a heinous thought pops into my mind. "Oh, hell, you guys aren't going to make me be vegetarian if I'm playing a hippie, are you?"
This might bethedeal breaker—so long magic.
"You won't be eating on camera, so no," he reassures. "I can go get us some food if you want, seeing as how you're going to be held hostage under that thing for a while."
Phew.
My family’s magical legacy is saved.
"Please?" I poke my lower lip out, clutching my hands in front of my chest in a pout.
"Of course, as long as you stop pouting—that could bring even the stubbornest man to his knees."
"Deal."
After he tells me where he’s going, I rattle off my order. I sigh after he leaves, digging my phone out to try and find something to do while I wait. Maybe there's a game or something to keep me occupied, but Preston suddenly returns with a booklet in his hands.
"Almost forgot to give this to you. It just outlines the trials and any rules or expectations for being on the show. Figured you should read it even though we'll go over it when we get to the studio."
"Yippee, reading material," I murmur blandly, taking the packet.
Flashing an apologetic grin, Preston reaches over and rests a hand on my shoulder.
"Sorry, Nora, but just think, it'll help pass the time while I get food,” he jokes. “I'll be back soon."
With a gentle squeeze, he leaves again. My skin tingles from where he'd touched me, even after he left, my body reacting instinctually to him.
Calm yourselves,I mentally growl at my jittery, deprived ovaries.
Nothing like being all hot and bothered while stuck in a hairdresser’s chair.
Resigning myself to reading, I flip open to the first page; better make sure I step with my best foot forward. It takes a few turns to get to the actual information, the beginning filled with boring'Welcome to Modern Day Witch Hunt'introductions and speeches from the executives of the show.
Blah, blah, blah. Yes, hi, happy to be here, I think, skimming each page.Aha, here we go.
