Page 50 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed

“You had me worried for nothing!” I hiss at Preston as soon as I have him cornered.

He shrugs unrepentantly.

“Ready for your one-on-one interviews?” he asks instead.

“Ugh. No,” I moan.

I just want to go home, but the network wants to keep our emotions as raw as possible and decided to film the interviews today instead of tomorrow. They promise to give us two days off in return, but I’m sure the network will fuck me of that extra day I deserve after jumping through their hoops.

“The sooner you do this, the sooner you can see your pussy man,” Preston entices.

“Quit calling him that.” I scowl.

“What? Kai is a total pussy man—I’m more of a tit guy myself,” he rejoins with a leer.

“Pervert alert!” I tease, then nibble my lip in worry. “I wonder how he’s doing with Gram-Gram.”

Preston shrugs again.

“Probably fending off her advances,” he jokes.

My scowl returns even fiercer than before.

“She better not. . . that’s her great-great-grandson-in-law.”

I aim to be flippant when I say this, but it just falls flat; my brain is still trying to process this whole ‘mate’ concept. I’m going to have to corner Gram and get some answers. I was too, erm,occupiedbefore to ask any questions. Preston seems to dislike this ‘mating’ notion even less than me if the sour twist of his mouth is any indication.

“You’re not regretting earlier?” I ask in a whisper, scared for his answer.

Preston squints.

“Earlier when?” he asks in mock seriousness and I lightly smack his arm.

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“No, Nora, I don’t regret it. If I have to share with Kai to be with you, that’s okay with me becauseI’m with you. That’s all that matters to me.”

It takes my brain a moment to process the words, but my heart instantly recognizes the sincerity and depth in them.

“I feel the same way about you,” I confess; then, pause, thinking about my words. “Correctionnot about sharing you. Ugh, that's so hypocritical of me! But seriously, I'll scratch out the eyes of any witch if she lays a finger on you.Mine.”

I barely manage to wrangle myself back from licking the man—jealousy is sexy, right?

Preston chuckles at my animosity.

“You don't have anything to worry about. You are the only witch that I have eyes for.”

I tremble at the intensity I see in his gaze.

“Well. . .” I croak, my throat suddenly dry, “I better be off to do the interview; then, we can go back to the house and check on my pussy.”

Preston gives me a wicked grin.

“There’s nothing that I would love more than to look at yourkitty-cat.”

I bite my lip from saying anything else that the network might hear. Instead, I turn on my heel and walk away as quickly as I can before I jump the delicious hunk of man meat in the hall. Unfortunately, as I round the corner, I slam into Bellamy.

Again!