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At His Service: Flirting with the Boss: Crazy about her Spanish Boss / Hired: The Boss's Bride / Blind Date with the Boss
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CHAPTER SEVEN
“YOU’VE STARTED ME thinking big, Senora Gray.” His first words since they’d left the shop.
She angled her head toward him. Relieved and thankful he’d survived one of those black moments in life he hadn’t seen coming she said, “How big?”
“If I were to go along with most of your suggestions, would you be willing to ask for a sabbatical until the harvest begins?”
Her pulse hammered in her throat. He wanted her to stay on the estate until December?
Fighting to keep the tremor out of her voice she said, “To do what?”
“Run the tapas bar and the gift shop. You had me going back at the Taberna. I’ve done some research on EuropaUltimate Tours. Their tour guides come highly recommended. Mr. Santorelli sang your praises.”
“When did you speak to him?” she cried in surprise.
“Yesterday.”
She couldn’t keep up with Remi. “He hardly knows me!”
“A CEO worth his salt will have made a thorough study of the employees in his company. He and your immediate boss, Pia Richter, couldn’t say enough in your favor.”
So he’d been in touch with Pia, too. The head of Jillian’s division hadn’t mentioned talking to Remi. “They probably feel sorry for me and were just being diplomatic,” she whispered.
“It isn’t every day someone has an accident like yours. As for your sterling six-year employment record, that speaks for itself,” he added in a faintly husky tone. “I can tell you right now they won’t be happy if you ask for a leave of absence from your guide duties.”
Jillian was too dazed by his offer to answer him.
He darted her a measuring glance. “With your flair for dealing with people and your ability to carry on conversation in a variety of languages, you’d be a natural to front our project. Instead of riding the bus with your flock for days on end, you could concentrate your efforts here.”
She clasped her hands together. “Now you’re frightening me.”
“How so? After all, it is your brainchild. By December we should have some idea if the project is a solid one.”
“I—I don’t know if I could do it,” she stammered. To stay on the estate that long would throw them into each other’s company every day. And night. She would never want to leave him then. She didn’t now …
“With you in charge we’ll increase our chances of success, but maybe the thought of not traveling around the continent makes you stir-crazy. You and your husband enjoyed married life on the move.” There was a slight pause before he said, “If it’s in your blood, I’d be the last person to try to keep you here.”
He had to be speaking about his ex-wife. Jillian wasn’t anything like her and couldn’t allow him to continue with his faulty assumption.
“That’s not why I’m reticent, Remi.”
She heard his harsh intake of breath. “Then it means you can’t see as well out of that eye as you’ve been pretending.”
He was still feeling guilty about the accident! She couldn’t bear to hear the self-recrimination in his voice.
“No, Remi—”
“‘No what’?” he answered right back.
“You don’t understand.” She shook her head. “When you first heard my proposal, you were thinking of adding some bathrooms and remodeling one of the buildings to supply a cold drink for the tourists. But then I threw in my big ideas, forgetting you have to come up with the extra money.” She paused. “I just wouldn’t want anything to go wrong for you….” Her voice trailed shakily. “You’ve been through enough.”
“So what you’re saying is, you’re worried about me.”
She studied her nails. “Naturally I am.”
“Then why not stay on the estate and help me. With an experiment like this, two heads are better than one.” His compelling argument trumped her deepest fear. If he had any idea how much she loved him, he’d turn the car around and head back to Madrid.
“Tell you what. When we reach the estate I’ll e-mail Pia. Provided she’s all right with it, I’ll do everything I can to make this project a success.”
“Then it’s guaranteed,” he said on a note of satisfaction. With those words her fate was sealed no matter what the future held for her personally.
Jillian was too crazy about Remi to think of leaving him yet. Never—if she had her way.
She felt his glance on her. “You’ve gone quiet on me. Don’t be afraid to take a nap. Today hasn’t been like any other day.”
“Not for you, either,” she murmured, but he heard her.
“Don’t worry. Since my brother sold his part of the olive groves, I’ve run into him several times on my trips to Toledo.”
Jillian let out a gasp. “He sold them?” She shook her head. “How could he have done such a thing?”
“I’m sure I don’t know.”
From the expression she’d seen on Javier’s face, she’d had the strongest feeling he was filled with remorse. His eyes seemed to have been begging Remi. For what exactly? Forgiveness? A chance to talk?
She hadn’t thought she could be more shocked, but it wasn’t true. And what of Remi’s ex-wife? Where was she? Had she tried to come back? Questions riddled Jillian, but Remi wasn’t supplying answers. Why would he when it was none of her business.
“Who owns it now?”
“A vulture who’s been hoping Soleado Goyo would go into receivership. One day in the future I plan to buy the land back.”
“Were your inheritances equal?”
“Sí. He still owns the house to the south of the courtyard. Two years ago I asked Soraya and her family to move in there to keep it up until Javier decides what he’s going to do with it.”
Aghast she cried, “So you lost half an income along with the brother who helped you run everything?”
“It’s all right. In two years I’ve been able to pay off the rest of the loan our father took out years ago.”
She clutched the armrests. “I can’t let you take out a new one! I won’t let you.”
“The money’s minimal and I’ve already seen to the arrangements. Though he didn’t realize it at the time, my father made the wrong business decision. We paid a heavy price, but this venture isn’t the same thing.”
Jillian stared hard at him. “How do you dare put yourself at risk again?”
“For one thing I now have you for a business partner.”
“But I haven’t proven myself yet.”
His fierce eyes glittered. “Do you honestly think we’d be having this conversation if I didn’t have faith in you?”
“That’s very flattering,” she said, her voice shaking.
“Have you forgotten the drought could last several more years? I’m already at risk. Fortunately the enterprise you and I’ve entered into isn’t affected by the weather to keep it going. We can depend on a certain amount of tourist traffic year-round barring terrorist attacks at the airports worldwide or all-out global war,” he said.
“Heaven forbid,” she muttered.
He chuckled. “If that happens we’re all doomed anyway. In the meantime I’d like your ideas about advertising for drop-in customers.”
She gave him a half smile. “Are we talking about the Holy Toledo?” They’d just passed the city in question and would be back on the estate shortly.
“I don’t see why not. Even if the Americans are the only ones who get the point, the association with Toledo will be enough to make a lasting impression on tourists of other nationalities. Especially my countrymen. We Goyos are descendents of one of the Dukes of Toledo.”
“You’re kidding.” She hid her head in her hands. “I had no idea. Your ancestors would probably turn over in their graves.”
“Undoubtedly. That’s why I’m so taken with your suggestion.”
“Dangerous and irreverent, too,” she quipped daringly, producing a laugh from him.
He really liked her idea. She could feel it. “I’m getting excited, Remi.”
“So am I,” he said in his deep, vibrant voice, “and that hasn’t happened in a long time.”
“I know what you mean.” But she wasn’t talking about business. Clearing her throat, she said, “The tour bus crowds will be the best source of advertising, but to get things started we could promote the grand opening in the newspaper.”
Peeking at him out of her good eye she said, “I looked up your Web site on the Internet. We could make an announcement there. I’ll work up a flier to place at the local tourist agencies in Toledo and Madrid. Being a tour guide, I know some of the people. They’ll distribute them for us. If we have a good turnout, word of mouth will do the rest.”
He reached for her hand.
When he’d held it in the hospital, it had been to comfort her. In the pastry shop he’d grasped her wrist for support. This time his strong fingers twined with hers, sending out a different message, one she was afraid to read for fear she would interpret it wrong.
At a glance their joined hands reminded her of the other evening while they’d taken the carriage ride around a portion of the property. In one of the groves the trees had been planted in pairs almost like they were lovers. The odd notion had jumped into her mind then and wouldn’t leave.
When she’d asked Remi about it, he’d drawn the horses to a stop and had turned in the seat to explain. As he spoke to her, the slanting rays of the sun bathed his arresting features, causing his eyes to look slumberous.
“We call these trees cultivars. Since this type is self-sterile or nearly so, we plant them in pairs with a single primary cultivar and a secondary cultivar selected for its ability to fertilize the primary one.”
He’d supplied the answer and she’d been shaken by it.
That odd notion was still in her mind, only now it had taken root in her heart.
Remi didn’t let go until they drove through the gate. After parking the car, he carried her suitcase into the casa and put it down inside the bedroom. “Meet me in the patio room in fifteen minutes. We’ll soak in the pool and plot.”
The glint in those black eyes rocked her to her foundation.
Remi waited in the water for Jillian. They were alone in the house for the first time. Paco was at the plant. Maria and the others had gone to the nearest village of Arges to do some shopping. She’d left food prepared, but after the meal he and Jillian had enjoyed in Madrid, he doubted his guest was hungry yet.
Fifteen minutes turned into twenty-five. He had half a mind to walk back to the bedroom and knock on her door. Just as he started to get out of the pool, she came out on the patio with those long elegant legs exposed carrying a towel over her arm. A thigh-length beach coat in small green and white stripes covered up the suit he couldn’t see. The sunglasses had been removed. Now he could look into her eyes.
His pulse rate picked up. He swam the length of the pool, but didn’t get out. “Before we do anything else, let’s wash your hair.” He lifted a bottle of shampoo he’d brought out with his towel. In the hospital he’d noticed she liked strawberry so he’d purchased something similar.
She looked stunned. “You mean here?”
His mouth quirked. “This isn’t a natural swimming pool. It’s fresh water, no chlorine. A few suds aren’t going to hurt anything. Put your towel down by mine and lie on it with your head hanging over the edge. I’ll support you.”
He sensed her reluctance.
“Didn’t your husband ever wash your hair for you?” Remi held her gaze until she murmured yes.
“I promise not one drop of water will get in your eyes.”
She still seemed hesitant. “Did I just imagine you asking the doctor how soon you could have a shampooing?”
She shook her head.
I can wait as long as you can, Senora.
Another few seconds and she arranged the towel on the tiles next to his. Without removing her modest cover-up, she sat down and lay back, inching her body until he could cup her well-shaped head in his palm.
With his other hand he poured the cool water over her hair, careful to protect her beyond her hairline.
“Oh …” Her sigh invaded his body.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“You can’t imagine.”
Yes, he could. He leaned over her. The lines of her generous, heart-shaped mouth mesmerized him. She had a widow’s peak, too, and shell-like ears. Most women had pierced lobes, but hers were as smooth as petals and her roots were pure gold like the ends of her hair.
From this angle, with the light shining between the latticework, he saw something he hadn’t noticed before. The surgery had changed the configuration of her pupil. It now resembled a pear. Had she already seen it and suffered in silence because that part of her eye would never be restored? His gut clenched.
Jillian …
He felt his eyelids prickle and had to will himself to stop trembling before getting on with the task.
Once he’d steeled back his emotions, he poured some shampoo onto her golden mass of hair and began to massage her scalp. Slowly he covered every inch, all the while breathing in the fruit-scented fragrance. Her skin exuded warmth. He could feel every breath she took.
As he worked up a lather, his senses filled until his body grew heavy with longing for this woman who was still in mourning for her husband. Remi had no right to touch her except like this. He would drag it out as long as she would let him.
“You have magic in your fingers, Senor.”
“When we pick the olives, we have to treat them like newborn babies.”
Her lips curved. “One day when you have your own babies, they’ll be lucky to have you for their father.”
His hands stilled in her hair. “You think?”
“I know. I’ve been the recipient of your strength and tenderness when I needed help most. Maybe it comes from working with the gift from the gods. I read that Homer called olive oil ‘liquid gold’.”
“That’s what it is,” Remi mused aloud, studying the golden strands he swirled in his fingers.
“I want to watch you make it.”
He liked the sound of that. “Next week I’ll walk you through the process. Then you can decide which parts will be of interest to the tourists.”
“I’m sure every aspect will be utterly fascinating.”
Her enthusiasm made him see everything through new eyes. No matter what life threw at her, she was a woman who embraced it head-on. Being in her company imbued him with an excitement he’d never experienced before. Not like this.
Smothering a groan because this erotic experience had to come to an end, he began to rinse out the suds, but he took his time.
“How does that feel?” he said at last, giving her one last rinse.
She reached behind her head and pulled on one of the strands, trying to break the tension hanging thick in the air. “Hear that?” she laughed softly. “I’m squeaky clean for the first time in over a week. What luxury.”
He squeezed as much water as he could out of her hair. “Now hold still while I get you dry.”
Remi reached for his towel and wrapped it turban style around her head, making sure no water dripped down her forehead. “Go ahead and sit up.”
While she did his bidding he levered himself out of the pool onto the tiles. “Let me help.” He held out his hand and pulled her to her feet before letting go. Maybe he was mistaken, but he thought she was trembling. Then again he was so affected by her nearness, it could have been him.
He thrust his hand through his damp hair in frustration, wondering how she would react if he suggested they both get back in the pool and let the cool water lap against their bodies. This ache for her was so real it was driving him out of his mind.
She sat down in the nearest chair to finish drying her hair, then she looked up at him. “Tell me what I can do to repay you.”
Remi thought she sounded way too composed after what he’d just experienced touching her like that. He sank down in the other chair. “You already have. Today you agreed to be my business partner, pending your company’s willingness to give you a leave of absence.” Her brother was another matter but he’d think about that later. “I’ve been operating for a long time without one.”
“That won’t be a problem. Pia already told me to take all the time I need before coming back. At this point it’s just a formality to tell her.”
“Then I’m relieved.” Just keep on talking, Goyo, before you give yourself away and grab her. Taking a deep breath he said, “How long do your tour groups usually stop at a vineyard?”
“Two hours from start to finish.”
“That sounds doable here.”
“I don’t know. Once they start eating Soleado Goyo tapas, we’ll never be able to get rid of them. I’ll build the cost of soft drinks into the itinerary price. Food and wine will be extra. We’ll make them pay cash.” He heard the satisfaction in her voice. “You’ll bring in a small fortune on that alone.”
“With your business savvy, I don’t doubt it.” Apparently business was the only thing on her mind, or was it? She was a deep one.
“I think we should get some postcards made up showing the mill house and the olive press house with the groves in the background. We’ll sell them in the store. It’s another great way to advertise and keep the cost down. Once we’ve set our budget, I promise we won’t go over it. What do you think?”
I can’t take sitting next to you without touching you.
“I think we have our work cut out for us.”
“We do. One of the things we haven’t talked about is the furniture for the bar. If it held a maximum of sixty people, then we’d need maybe eight large, round tables that could seat eight, but bistro size would be more charming.”
“We have a couple of old refectory tables and matching armoires that haven’t seen use in years.”
She let out a happy sound. “How old are they?”
“Seventeenth century. Cherry wood with lyre-styled legs.”
Another squeal came out of her. “Are they very long?”
“They can seat sixteen each.”
“Oh, Remi … if we had benches built on either side of the entry, we could put the tables there and have room for all the chairs and bistro tables.”
Jillian had no idea how tempting she looked with her golden hair in sensual disarray.
“I’ll rummage up our old coat of arms. It used to hang in the foyer, but my mother thought it made the house feel like a fortress so it’s stored upstairs. In fact there’s a lot of furniture we could bring down including a deacon’s chair.”
“When can we look at everything?”
“I’ll tell Maria to show you around any time you’d like.”
“You won’t be sorry about this, Remi. I’ll do it all while you concentrate on running your company. I don’t want you to have to worry about a thing.”
Where had this woman come from? Eight days ago he hadn’t known of her existence. And now …
The urge to take her to bed and make passionate love to her had turned into literal pain because he was forced to deny himself, but she wasn’t ready emotionally. He needed to do something fast before he made a mistake that could ruin everything.
“I’ll be back with our lunch.”
Without waiting for her response he strode to the passageway leading to the kitchen. As he entered it, Paco was coming in through the back door. One look at his face and Remi knew something was wrong.
“I’ve been trying to reach you on the phone. Eduardo got a deep gash between his thumb and index finger on one of the machines. We stopped the bleeding the best we could. Diego and Juan drove him to the clinic in Arges.”
Remi grimaced. First Jillian, now Eduardo. All in one week.
“That means he’ll be off the job for a while. I’ll go to Arges and check on him, then drive over to their house and assure his wife she doesn’t have to worry about expenses his insurance doesn’t cover.”
Paco nodded. “Shall I call Jorge to fill in tomorrow? He called again this morning asking if we’d consider rehiring him.”
“Go ahead. Tell him I’ll talk to him about a permanent job after he goes off shift.”
Thank heaven Remi had gone to the kitchen. Jillian couldn’t have maintained her composure any longer and ran through the house to the bedroom with his towel. Her legs felt as insubstantial as mush.
She’d planned to cool off in the pool, but that was before he’d offered to wash her hair. The need to be touched by him had been so strong she’d willingly put herself in his hands. She would have let him do anything to her just now and she was sure he knew it!
If other people weren’t living at La Rosaleda, would he have taken her to the bedroom? Or to his other house? There was a moment out there when he was looking in her eyes, she’d thought he was going to kiss her. She’d stopped breathing while she waited, but something held him back.
He wasn’t indifferent to her. She knew that. On some elemental level they had a connection that was growing stronger. She could blame part of his hesitation on the damage done by his ex-wife. After what he’d been through it would take more courage than Jillian had to enter into new relationship, but there was another problem.
She and Remi weren’t like ships passing in the night, where they could share a few hours of passion before they both moved on never to see each other again. She couldn’t do that anyway. It wasn’t how she was made. Kyle had been her only lover, but she wasn’t so naive as to suppose Remi hadn’t been with other women since his divorce.
This situation was different. They were joined in a financial venture that was vital to both of them. She didn’t want anything to go wrong for him and she’d made a commitment to stay until December. To become physically involved would complicate everything.
It already had. Her body still throbbed from his ministrations. What had possessed her out there? For sure she wouldn’t be taking any dips in the pool in his presence.
Still shaken by her desire for him, she had to do something to offset it, but how could she do that when she’d be seeing him again in a few minutes? Which reminded her that her hair was a damp mess. She went into the bathroom to brush it into some semblance of order and change into jeans and a T-shirt.
When she emerged a few minutes later, she heard her cell phone ring. Her watch said it was almost four in the afternoon. That would be Dave. He was up by now and wanted to talk before leaving for work. She’d have to call him later. Remi was waiting.
Grabbing the towel off the chair she hurried out of the bedroom to join him. She couldn’t reach the patio room fast enough, but all the wind rushed out of her when she discovered he wasn’t alone. Her steps slowed.
“Hola, Paco.”
He nodded with a smile. “Senora.” What if the foreman had come in while Remi had been washing her hair? More than ever she realized how careful she needed to be from now on. She laid the towel over the chair.
Her host flicked her a veiled glance. In the interim he’d changed into trousers and a work shirt. She’d give anything to know what he was thinking behind that brooding facade.
“You’ll have to excuse me, Jillian. Something urgent has come up that needs my attention. I’ll see you later. Enjoy your meal.” She watched him leave and felt life go out of the room.
Not wanting to sit here alone, she carried her tray of food back to the bedroom. With unexpected time on her hands she walked over to the laptop and composed an e-mail to Pia while she ate. Once it was sent, she reached for her phone and called her brother.
“Thanks for getting back to me, Jilly. Are you alone?”
Quite alone. She wondered what emergency had called Remi away. “Yes.”
“Good. This is your big brother you’re talking to now. How bad is it? I want the truth!”
With her emotions in knots over Remi she’d actually forgotten about her eye. She got to her feet and started pacing. “I told you earlier. There’s one spot that’s blurry. That’s it. I’m already used to it.”
“No, you’re not.”
Her hand tightened on the phone. “Listen—there’s something more important I have to tell you.”
She sank down on the side of the bed. In the next breath she explained about her new business venture and her plan to stay until December.
“Jil—”
“Just hear me out,” she interrupted. Having anticipated an argument, she told him about the tragedy Remi had lived through. She hadn’t planned on telling him something that private, but the situation had changed drastically since their last conversation.
Her words silenced her brother, who eventually muttered, “The poor devil.”
She jumped to her feet, unable to sit still. “He hasn’t let it defeat him. Remi’s remarkable.”
“He sounds like you. But be careful, Jilly. I can hear it in your voice.”
Heat filled her cheeks. “Hear what?”
“You’re nuts about him. Angela and I’ve been hoping you’d meet someone, but when a man’s been hurt that deeply, those wounds have scarred him. One day he could destroy you without even realizing it. He’s not like Kyle in any way, shape or form. You do know that.”
“Yes,” she whispered, trying in vain to hold back the tears.
He made a strange sound in his throat. “I don’t think you do, but it’s too late for this talk, isn’t it?”
The feel of Remi’s fingers in her hair still rippled through her body. “I’m afraid it is.” She wiped the tears with the back of her free hand. “Let’s change the subject. How’s Angela doing?”
“All’s well. It’s the waiting game now.”
“Have you picked out a name yet for my newest nephew to be?”
“We’ve narrowed it down to Max or Matt.”
“I like both.”
“Maybe our baby won’t look like either one and we’ll have to come up with something else.”
She’d been thinking about Remi’s babies, the ones she wanted to have with him. They’d have incredibly long, gorgeous names like Basilio Remigio de Gray y Goyo, or a Carolina Alfonso Domenica de Gray y Goyo. Whether Conde or Condesa, they’d have beautiful olive skin and flashing black eyes. Their children would be loved and cherished and—
“Jilly?”
She blinked. Her brother was still on the line. “I’m here. I was just about to tell you I’ll fly over for a quick visit in August to see the new arrival.”
“We’re all looking forward to that. The kids adore their aunt.”
“I love them,” she said, her voice trembling. “Now I’d better let you go so you can earn your living.”
“Don’t be upset with me, Jilly. All I want is your happiness.”
“That goes both ways. We’ll keep in close touch. Love you.” She hung up before he could say anything else.
Depending on how things were going by August, maybe Remi would fly over with her. He could visit his distributor in New York. She could drop in to see Pia. They could even write it off as a business expense.
Perhaps Remi would even drive to Albany with her. She wanted the two men in her life to meet. Angela would absolutely die when she saw Senor Goyo for the first time. If Jillian was going to dream, might as well dream big until it all turned into a nightmare.
That was the problem with a wonderful brother like Dave. He’d never steered her wrong. Was she deluding herself to hope the day might come when Remi would reach out for her love?
Troubled by the conversation with Dave, she moved over to the window and looked out through haunted eyes at the olive groves. The blurry spot prevented her from seeing things perfectly. Maybe it went deeper than her eye. Maybe it had impaired her judgment so she only saw what she wanted to see.
Her mind kept replaying what he’d said about Remi. He’s not like Kyle in any way, shape or form.
No. Her man of La Mancha had demons, and maybe like Don Quixote she would be forever tilting at windmills in an effort to help Remi get past them.
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