Free Surrender to Her Spanish Husband by Maggie Cox

wildly, because the things they did for that mouthwateringly fit body surely shouldn’t be allowed in a defenceless woman’s bedroom.
    Flustered, she sat up a bit straighter against her pillows. ‘I thought about lying to you and telling you that I felt much better, but if I got up and fell flat on my face I realised you’d pretty soon get the picture that perhaps I should have made a will…just in case.’
    ‘At least you’ve got your sense of humour back. That’s got to be a good sign. And you’re not going to die…not on my watch.’
    Moving towards the bed, Rodrigo deposited her cup of tea on the nightstand.
    ‘Room service as well?’ Jenny quipped, wishing it wasn’t so hard to breathe whenever he came near. ‘Did you master that when you were starting out in the hotel business too?’

Chapter Five
    ‘I F YOU want to learn how a business works from the ground up then you have to familiarise yourself with everything.’
    ‘I agree. When I first started doing interior design I found there were so many dimensions to it that I hadn’t realised. It made the work even more interesting, though.’
    ‘And how’s business these days?’ Rodrigo asked.
    ‘It’s been a bit up and down, which is why I could come here and help Lily out. But I’ve got a couple of good commissions coming up.’
    Her plump lower lip was receiving some unfair treatment from her teeth as she chewed on it, he observed.
    ‘Anyway…from what you say about the way you approach things it’s obvious that you’ve become a success because you’re so…thorough.’
    The corners of his mouth edged into a sardonic smile. ‘I am, as you say thorough. That applies to whatever I might be engaged in, if you recall.’
    Jenny lapsed into a self-conscious and pinkcheeked silence. Had the same stimulating scenario gone through her mind as had just flashed through his? Rodrigo certainly hoped so.
    ‘Thanks for the tea. You’ve made it exactly the way I like it.’
    ‘Muchas gracias, señorita.’ He made a mock bow. ‘I aim to please. Here.’ Carefully he passed her the cup and saucer, noting immediately that her hands shook a little as she accepted it. ‘And after you drink it you are to stay put for the rest of the day. I’ll see to everything else that needs to be done.’
    ‘I’ll have to pay you for your help, Rodrigo.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘It’s only right. If you’re working for me I’ll have to pay you…especially as I’m delaying your return to your own job.’
    ‘That’s crazy talk. You need do no such thing.’ A spasm of anger shot through him that she would think for even a second that he expected to be paid for helping take care of her when she was ill. ‘Now that the rain’s stopped I’m going into the garden to check on the greenhouse. I’ll remove the tarpaulin we put up the other night and look over any damage that the storm might have caused. For lunch I’ll make us a simple soup—my cooking skills do actually exceed my tea-making ones, though I confess I didn’t demonstrate them when we were together. You were clearly a bit rundown for this fever to have occurred and no doubt your immune system needs building up again with good food.’
    ‘Right now I couldn’t contemplate eating anything—not when my sense of taste is probably nonexistent.’ Taking the tiniest sip of the hot tea he’d made, Jenny passed him back the delicate blue and white cup with its matching saucer almost immediately. ‘I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but I feel so stupidly weak that I—’ Touching her hand to her head, she grimaced.
    ‘Does something hurt?’ Rodrigo demanded, examining her flushed pretty face with renewed concern.
    ‘My head feels like a re-enactment of the Battle of Waterloo is going on inside it,’ she answered. ‘I really need to shut my eyes again. Do you mind?’
    ‘Of course not…It’s clear that you are nowhere near recovered.’ After returning her cup and saucer to the nightstand, when