Surrender to Her Spanish Husband by Maggie Cox Page A

stone.’
    ‘Oh.’
    ‘Is that all you can say?’
    ‘Rodrigo, I didn’t ask you to stay and take care of me. Are you saying that I should sleep with you as some kind of thank-you?’
    ‘Dios!’
    His handsome face looked so thunderous that Jenny shrank back as far as she could in the tub, her heart beating hard.
    ‘That you even dare make such a crass remark is beyond belief. Admitting that I desire you does not mean I’m suggesting you give me your body for services rendered! I know perfectly well that you’re not immune or unaware of the attraction flaring between us again. I was merely being honest about my intention.’
    ‘And that is?’
    He curled his lip in a sardonic smile, then folded his arms across his chest. His action drew Jenny’s heated gaze to the ripple of toned hard muscle in his bronzed biceps and taut torso, and she felt the hot sting of arousal burning in the tips of her breasts.
    ‘I am definitely going to make love to you very soon, Jenny,’ he drawled. ‘I will, of course, wait until you are fully recovered, but make no mistake that it will happen. Now…Do you need my help getting out of that tub?’
    ‘No!’ she answered quickly, disconcerted to see him nod with a little mocking smile.
    ‘Okay, then. If you think you can manage on your own then I’ll go downstairs and prepare some breakfast for us. You are hungry this morning, yes?’
    Hungry? Suddenly the word had all kinds of dangerous connotations for Jenny.

Chapter Six
    C URLED up on the living room couch with a cosy woollen blanket, Jenny watched Rodrigo rise from where he’d been stoking the burning logs in the woodstove, then smooth his long artistic hands down his jeans. Although she was still feeling frustratingly tired and achy, it was impossible not to notice how strong, well made and fit he was. He might work in the hotel trade on the business side of things, but he wasn’t a man who shied away from hard physical work either.
    Earlier, she’d glanced out of the kitchen window to see just how hard he’d been working in the stormtossed garden. It looked as if it had been given a serious face-lift. Even the fallen tree had been moved to lie safely against the fence, and without its temporary tarpaulin Lily’s beloved greenhouse appeared intact and sturdy as ever.
    ‘You’ll be wanting to head off soon, now that I’m feeling better.’ Suddenly, the thoughts that had been buzzing round inside Jenny’s head were out in the open.
    Remaining quiet, Rodrigo strode across to lay his palm against her forehead. A hot current of awareness hummed right down to the very edges of her toes.
    ‘You are still a little warm.’ He frowned, his ebony gaze sweeping over her like an arresting searchlight.
    ‘Yes, but I really am feeling so much better.’
    ‘But hardly well enough to get back to work and run Lily’s business efficiently. Today is Friday…I’ll stay until Monday at least, to make sure you are well on your way back to being fighting fit before I go.’
    ‘You don’t have to.’
    In answer to that comment, he merely raised an eyebrow.
    ‘By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you…Have we had any enquiries about bookings over the last few days?’
    ‘ Sí… we have.’
    ‘And?’ Jenny’s hands twisted anxiously in the folds of the woollen blanket.
    ‘And I made the required reservations, of course. They were both for the end of the month, when your friend returns from Australia. A married couple from Jersey and a single woman from Edinburgh. All the details are in the reservations book.’
    ‘She’ll be pleased about that. Thanks for seeing to things. You’ve been working hard in the garden too, I noticed. I can’t let you do all this for nothing.’
    ‘We have already put that subject to bed, have we not?’
    ‘Okay…I’ll drop it. But as soon as I feel able I’ll cook you something nice.’
    Cozette chose that particular moment to stroll into the room and make a beeline for Jenny’s lap.
    She