Be Mine. Victoria Dahl

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      But at least he was listening.

      He was also charming, intelligent and polite. Emily relaxed and enjoyed herself with him, and the more she relaxed the more he opened up, so that by the time the pork was gone, there was a vulnerability in him she hadn’t seen before. It was devastating. Emily found herself fighting against falling in love with him. And losing.

      Don’t be a fool, she said, and then she looked into his incredible blue eyes, eyes so plainly adoring her, and fell some more.

      “Mongolian beef, princess prawns, su-san shan,” the waiter said, putting the dishes on the table.

      “Great.” Richard ladled Mongolian beef onto her rice.

      Emily looked at the stuff. She didn’t care for beef in general, and she hated beef cooked in oil. The onions looked like worms. Richard added several spoonfuls of vegetables, also glistening with oil. Then he served her prawns, and she began to eat, carefully avoiding the beef and vegetables.

      “You’re not eating your beef.” Richard frowned. “Is there something wrong? Should I send it back?”

      “I don’t like Mongolian beef.”

      “Why didn’t you say so?”

      “I did. You didn’t listen.”

      He looked at her plate. “Su-san shan, too?”

      “Yes. The waiter heard me. That’s why I got plum sauce on my mu-shu pork.”

      “You like plum sauce?”

      “Yes.” Emily sighed, patient to the end. “I mentioned it.”

      “I don’t listen.” He looked at her with eyes like a scolded puppy’s.

      “No, you don’t.” She couldn’t bear to see him so unhappy so she smiled at him. “Work on that.”

      “I will,” he promised.

      “Good. Now it’s your turn. Tell me about you.”

      He hesitated, but she was a good researcher, too, and by the time the fortune cookies arrived, Emily knew everything about his past. They had a lot in common. They both agreed, for instance, that Walt Disney should have been shot, instead of Old Yeller, because they’d both been traumatized by the movie. They’d both been president of their senior class in high school. They’d both been at the head of their classes at business school. They both truly enjoyed their jobs. They’d both had disastrous relationships in the past. They were both determined to have a better one, perhaps a permanent one, in their future.

      Emily forgot his high-handedness and was happy again. He was so sweet, so bright, so kind, so vulnerable, so obviously dazzled by her. So sexy, she thought.

      So right for me.

      So when he took her home, she invited him in.

      She closed the door behind them and turned, and he kissed her. He moved slow enough to give her time to say no if she wanted to, fast enough to give her the feeling of being swept off her feet.

      Nice timing, she thought as his lips touched hers. Then she stopped thinking.

      He hadn’t spent all his nights studying to be the Budget Hun. His lips were firm on hers, moving against hers, and she felt the warmth he always generated start again. She kissed him back, sliding her arms around his neck. She opened her lips and touched his with her tongue, and he slid his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers, stroking inside her. The heat was everywhere in her now, and she clutched at him, leaning into him. He brought his hand up to the back of her head, lacing his fingers into her long dark hair to hold her close.

      When he moved his hand down again, her 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 СКАЧАТЬ