Free The Werewolf Wears Prada (Entangled Covet) (San Francisco Wolf Pack) by Kristin Miller Page B

end of the bench next to his chair.
    “Never.” He sneezed. “The barber comes to me.”
    “Seriously? Must be nice when the world revolves around you.”
    “It’s not a Prima Donna thing.” He rubbed his nose harder. “The chemicals in here are too strong. They burn my nose.”
    Her attention shifted to the pile of magazines on the bench. She tossed a few onto his lap. “Want some reading material to take your mind off it?”
    He looked down. Ricardo jerked his head back to level and continued cutting.
    Hayden held the magazines in front of his face. As he flipped through, he read aloud, “ Hayden Dean: Womanizer Strikes Again, Hayden Dean’s Night Club Brawl; Two in Hospital, The New Dean Girl Exposes Hayden’s Nitty-Gritty Secrets .” He tossed the last magazine onto her lap. “Women, fights, secrets. Are you sure your article is going to be able to turn this all around?”
    “It has to.” She met his eyes in the mirror. “There’s a lot riding on this.”
    Her dream job at Eclipse . Hayden’s new position in his father’s company…or whatever he was after.
    “I think the only way we can change the public image of you,” she explained, “is if we give readers a completely different version of you to believe in. For that to happen, though, I have to see you in your element so there’s a ring of truth to it. I have to know what makes you tick. I have to know the reasons behind certain things.”
    Yeah, like why he kissed her, and then sent her away.
    He nodded, and got smacked in the back of the head by the ridge of Ricardo’s comb. Melina bit back a smirk as Hayden growled, and then held his head straightforward and still.
    “Six,” he said, giving his nose a rub. “That’s the answer to your question.”
    She knew exactly which question he meant.
    But that didn’t mean she wanted to miss the opportunity to screw with him.
    “Six sexually transmitted diseases you have?” She laughed as Hayden’s eyes went wide, Ricardo dropped his comb, and Ruby backed away from the chair with her arms in the air. “Joking. Joking. Six…inches long is the size of your—”
    “Six celebrities I’ve dated this year,” Hayden blurted, laughing. “Jesus, Melina.”
    Ricardo waggled his eyebrows. Hayden paled. Ruby shrugged, and glanced at Melina as if waiting for an answer on the true length of his manhood.
    Total embarrassment.
    “How would I know?” Melina mouthed, cheeks burning.
    Although she couldn’t attest to exactly how big Hayden’s ego really was, when he’d pressed against her in the doorway and ground his hips into hers, she’d felt something… impressive. Her knees weakened and her tummy went fluttery at the memory.
    “You probably wouldn’t believe most of those women broke up with me,” he said, “but that’d be the truth. Not that the magazines would report that.”
    She’d have to remember to research his past girlfriends for the article. Maybe she could do a small section on his past and the real reasons some of those relationships failed. If he were telling the truth, it’d take some of the womanizing heat off him.
    As she puzzled over Hayden’s words, and tried to shift them into place in her mind, Ricardo slicked Hayden’s hair back. He parted it down the side. And before Melina realized it, Hayden had transformed into a total Hemsworth.
    “What about you?” he asked.
    She met his eyes in the mirror once more. “I’m sorry, what?”
    “How many men have you dated in the last year?”
    A sudden rush of blood burned her cheeks. “We’re not improving my image with this article.”
    “I know that.”
    Ricardo and Ruby discussed colors Hayden should wear to accent the dark highlights in his hair as Melina fought to find a way out of the conversation.
    Why did it matter how many men she’d dated in the last year? Why did he care?
    In truth, there’d only been one date. Well, it hadn’t even really been a date, but the same first-meeting feelings had been there.