Free Love Is the Drug by K. E. Saxon Page A

wrote a few notes, but they weren’t on the design for the lodge. Nope, they were just on a scratch piece of paper. Luckily, Julie was so absorbed in her cooking that she hadn’t noticed. God! A virgin
    Connie’s little sister was a virgin. He still couldn’t wrap his brain around that one. Was she lying to him? Without lifting his head, he peeked up at her. The last half-hour he’d been going over all that she’d told him, the funny ways she reacted to him—everything—since he’d first seen her at the auction last Saturday.
    No, she was telling him the truth. And the increased déjà vu of the whole thing was making him want her even more. Which was a real problem, because he liked her. And he knew himself well enough to realize that he’d just end up hurting her—he might even break the poor girl’s heart—if he indulged his baser instincts, as was his normal way. Nope, it looked like his only choice, at least until she was out of his constant line of vision so he wouldn’t be comparing other women to her, was for him to get himself on a real strict, real painful, real physical, workout routine.
    Twice, maybe three times a day ought to do it.
    * * *
    The following Tuesday, Jason was seated at his regular place at Julie’s table tweaking the design for the lodge, the outbuildings, and the rental cabins. He’d finished going over the specs with her that Mike had dropped off yesterday on the refurbishment and conversion of the house her father had planned to make into a restaurant, and work would start on that next week. On Thursday, he’d be going to Houston to show the lodge designs to his dad and Julie had agreed to go with him.
    He had to admit, though, his feelings on that were a little mixed, what with how hard he’d been working to keep his hands off her these past few days since learning the status of that gorgeous tail of hers.
    But his dad would be ticked if he didn’t bring her to see him, like he’d been promising every time they spoke the past week and a half.
    He lifted his eyes and let them do a slow glide down her back and over her sweetly rounded tush.
    But he had to admit, though, he wouldn’t mind seeing her in some tight-fitting black leather, either. Like a bustier and a pair of short-shorts that laced up the sides. The kind that show more skin than they cover. Oh, yeah. He could definitely get into that. And some super spike-heeled latex boots as well. Up to the thighs. Then he could really enjoy the view when she bent over to check what was cookin’ in the oven.
    His jockeys were now a little too binding for comfort. He resettled in his chair and shook his head to clear the sex fog from his brain.
    Shit! He’d just drawn a distinctly feminine ass on the final version of his lodge design.
    In ink.
    Okay. He could fix this. He continued the curves around until they met, making a somewhat flawed, but acceptable, cloud-like shape. Fine. He’d plant a tree there. A cypress. He was sure the ducks would appreciate a little shade in their pond in the summer.
    He just hoped his dad wouldn’t question him too closely about this.
    A few minutes later, he started jotting down some last minute notes to go over with his dad. “Hey, Julie. Got another pen? Mine’s out of ink.”
    She looked up from lifting the colander filled with steaming pasta out of the sink. “Yeah. In the roll-top desk. I’ll get it.” But when she turned to place the colander on the island, Pookie wrapped herself around her ankle and she stumbled forward. “Eeek!” In the next instant, both Julie and the pasta went flying.
    “Careful!” Jason bolted from his chair, nearly tipping the table over in the process. Luckily, he caught her before she tumbled to the ground.
    “Thanks,” she said a little breathlessly before turning her sights on the cat. “Pookie!” she chided, moving out of Jason’s embrace and pulling pasta from her shirt front. “Look what you’ve done!” But the kitten only purred louder and