Be Mine

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Book: Read Be Mine for Free Online
Authors: Jennifer Crusie
hair became tangled in his sleeve buttons.
    She felt it first as a tug and broke the kiss.
    “Richard,” Emily said, and he said huskily, “I know,” and found her mouth again. He moved his hand down her body and she felt the hard pull against her hair.
    “No, Richard! Wait! My hair...” She dropped her head back to ease the pull on her scalp.
    He bent to kiss her exposed neck, moving kisses down into her cleavage. He also moved his hand to her rear end.
    “Ouch! Richard, stop it!”
    “What?” he asked huskily, his hand moving across her rear. Her head swayed with his hand. It really hurt.
    “My hair.” She held on to it, trying to take the pressure off her scalp. “You—”
    “You have beautiful hair.” He lifted his hand to run his fingers through it and the pull stopped.
    “Thank God.” She let her head drop forward as the pull eased, tears in her eyes from the pain.
    “You’re crying,” he said softly, touched.
    “My hair’s caught on your sleeve.”
    “You’re so beautiful.” He bent to kiss her again.
    “Dammit, Richard, my hair’s caught on your sleeve!” Emily yelled.
    “What?”
    She pulled away from him, holding on to his arm so he wouldn’t jerk her hair out. A lock of her hair was wound around his sleeve button.
    “Don’t move.” She blinked back the tears of pain. “This really hurts.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me?” He gently untangled her.
    “I did!”
    The mood wasn’t broken, it was shattered. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to murder him where he stood.
    “It’s probably better if you go now,” Emily said, backing away as Richard moved to hold her again. “I’ve got to be at work tomorrow. I’m meeting with advertising on the package design and you know those ad guys... Somebody’s got to watch them every minute.” She’d moved to the door as she spoke, and she opened it now. “I had a lovely evening.”
    “How’s your head?” Richard looked disappointed and rueful and faintly annoyed.
    She rubbed her scalp where the tug had done the most damage. “I’ll take an aspirin. It’ll be fine.”
    “Let’s try again.” He smiled down at her. “Come out with me again.”
    Emily closed her eyes. “Why don’t we talk about it later?” Her head really did hurt. Go away, she thought. I told you I needed an aspirin. Go away so I can take one.
    “How about Friday night?”
    “Richard. You don’t listen. I told you my head hurt. I told you I needed an aspirin. I told you we’d talk about it later.”
    “Saturday?”
    “Never.” Her voice rose almost to a shriek. “Never again. Not until you learn to listen. Take classes. Get a hearing aid. But get out of my life until you can hear me when I speak.” She pushed him out the door and slammed it in his face.
    I don’t believe this, she fumed. How can one sweet, charming, intelligent, sexy, good-looking guy be such a lousy listener? God, my head hurts.
    I am never going near him again, she thought as she turned away from the door. Not even if someone ties him down and forces him to listen to me. Never, ever again.

CHAPTER THREE
    J ANE ’ S REACTION WAS predictable.
    “I don’t see what’s so funny about this.” Emily frowned as she watched Jane laughing hysterically in the chair in front of her.
    “Tell me the part again where he patted your rear,” Jane gasped. “The part where your head bobbed up and down with his arm.”
    “You’re disgusting.” Emily sat down at her desk and tried to ignore her.
    “I’d have paid money to see that.”
    “It hurt.”
    “Poor baby. So when are you seeing him again?”
    “Never. I threw him out.”
    Jane stopped laughing. “Are you nuts? It was an accident. He didn’t do it on purpose.”
    “He doesn’t listen to me.” Emily’s teeth clenched as she thought about him.
    “Well, you don’t listen to me, and I’m sticking with you,” Jane pointed out.
    Emily looked up, outraged. “I listen to you.”
    “Good. Then my advice is, go

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