Free Steel Lust by Jayne Kingston

grinned.
“I’m gonna go ahead and assume she was right about the sparks flying between
you and photographer lady since you’re just now getting back and you don’t
smell like you.”
    “Joy. Photographer lady’s name is Joy.”
    Not that it mattered. Eva called everyone whatever she felt
like calling them.
    “That is easier to say than photographer lady.” She took her
scarf off the back of the chair and looped it around her neck. “She said you
got all tongue-tied,” she added with a chuckle. “That had to be fun to see. Leo
Jones with nothing to say.”
    He gave her a dry look. “I have work to do, and you’re in my
way.”
    Which only made her laugh again. “You like her?”
    Evading the question wasn’t an option. She was too smart for
him to get away with trying to bullshit her, and he knew she couldn’t care less
that it had only been a couple of days since he and Joy met. She’d once let a
guy move in with her after only knowing him a week. They’d been a solid couple
for three years.
    So he was straight with her. “Yes.”
    “Good.” She pushed her arms into her coat when he held it
for her. “It’s good to see you interested in women again. I was getting
worried.” She pulled her hair out of her collar as she turned back to face him.
“I stalked her online. If you’re going to get back on the proverbial horse,
might as well make her a thoroughbred, right?”
    And there it was again…the memory of Joy riding him hard,
gorgeous tits bouncing and hair swinging.
    He took Eva’s face in his hands and planted a brotherly kiss
on her forehead.
    “I’m not having this kind of weird discussion with you,
sis.”
    “Sis.” She slugged him on the shoulder. “That’s a rotten
thing to call me,” she grumbled, then wrapped her arms around his waist and
hugged him. “ Damn you smell good. Seriously, Leo. It’s making me want to
do really dirty things to you.”
    He held her at arm’s length. “Please get the hell out of my
office.”
    “All right. But only because you asked so nicely.” She threw
some things in the suitcase-sized purse she carried and slung it over her
shoulder. “Hey. Any word on the 30 Seconds to Mars thing?”
    Grind’s newly acquired manager had been talking to the woman
scheduling the well-known band’s opening acts for their upcoming summer tour.
    “Nothing yet. As far as I know we’re still in the running.”
    “Ugh.” She slumped against the doorframe.
    “Yeah, I feel that way too when I think about how long we’ve
been waiting to hear.” He gave her a tight-lipped smile. “That’s why I try not
to think about it.”
    “I’ll remember to bring it up all the time now.” She pivoted
and gave him a coy smile over her shoulder. “ ‘Niii-iight, ” she
singsonged and left.
    “Jesus, what a brat,” he muttered to himself as he sat down
at his desk.
    He opened a bottom desk drawer and rummaged through a file
until he found the inventory sheets he was looking for. His hair fell in his
face and his senses filled with the smell of Joy. He closed his eyes and
breathed her in for a moment before righting himself and yanking open the
middle desk drawer.
    He found a hair elastic mixed in with the rubber bands in
the drawer, swept his hair back from his face and tied it into a low ponytail.
He was having a hard enough time keeping his mind off her without being driven
to distraction every time he caught a whiff of his own damn hair.
    * * * * *
    Joy reached up with a pruned foot and turned on the hot
water to reheat her bath. She wasn’t quite ready to get out yet. She still
ached in some really amazing places—places she hadn’t been sore in what? Ten
years? More than ten years?
    And still, despite the delicious ache, she tingled every
time she thought of Leo and the weekend they’d spent together. And that
afternoon…God, it had been incredible.
    She shifted in the tub, sliding her bubble-bath-slick thighs
against each other as she closed her eyes and