Page 31 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed

Short, cropped black hair. Sharp cheekbones and strong jaw. Deep, amber eyes. Lean muscles and warm, almost golden skin. . .

He’s mouth-wateringly sexy and, in that moment, I realize that I would bethatbitch killed in a B-rated movie because I’m too busy ogling instead of saving my own ass.

Well, we all have to have our faults, right?

"This is it," I mumble after a pregnant pause of staring. "I've officially gone crazy. My undersexed ovaries have finally gotten their revenge and have sent me into the brink of madness. Those backstabbing bitches."

"Uh, I know nothing of your—ahem—reproductive organs, but you're not crazy. I'm Kai," the man introduces as if there’s absolutely nothing wrong with him being in the buff before me.

His voice is as smooth as silk and deeper than I expect. An accent accentuates his words, but I can't seem to get my brain online long enough to figure out what.

Why is that you might ask?

Good question.

Because he’sverymuch eye catching, if you catch my drift—his broomstick makes others look like toothpicks.

"So. . . I'm not imagining what basically boils down to a sex god in my dressing room?"

A rumbling chuckle and tiny curl of his lips sends my ovaries into overdrive.

"No, you’re not."

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to scream? I feel that's the appropriate response to a naked stranger in your space."

"But Evanora, I'm not a stranger," he counters, finally pulling my mind from its increasingly naughty direction.

He definitely is a stranger, because I would have remembered thatmemorableof a broomstick.

It isn't until I take another good look at his face that I realize that Idoknow him.

"Holy fuck balls!” I exclaim, pacing back and forth. “Oooo, Bellamy, that bastard! He must have been using magic and somehow. . . did all of this."

I emphasize my tangent with a wild hand wave in the naked man’s direction without slowing my pacing because the sex god before me is none other than Binx—my possessive pussy-turned-sex-god.

At least the euphemism fits.

"Bellamy?" Kai asks in confusion.

"See, I had this inkling that you were not a normal cat.”

Remember my ‘power’?

But since I don’t use my ‘animal whisperer’ magic, I didn’t look into thisinklingbecause, clearly, I’m an idiot.

“I felt it in my gut when you were rubbing up on me," I continue.

Why couldn't he have been a human back when he was doing that?

Not the point, Evanora. Focus.

Cat. Curse. Grimoire.

"And what does BellamyPutnamhave to do with this?” Binx—I mean Kai hisses. “You are a witch, are you not?"

"How do you know that?" I question suspiciously, lowering my voice when Preston's warning fills my thoughts.

The network has eyes and ears everywhere.