Andres already did everything I’d asked of him.
More than I’d hoped for.
Even if I didn’t really understand his motives for marrying me.
It didn’t matter, because he still did it.
I had no right to ask for more.
My emotions were wild like a rollercoaster as he wrapped me in his spicy cologne scented embrace.
Andres nuzzled my neck, and I felt his beard tickling the skin there as he pressed his lips to me.
Holy damp panties.
I didn’t know what this was. Wasn’t sure how to label our relationship. But it sure felt like more than a marriage of convenience.
And no, I didn’t want to think about my jealous display or why I’d even felt murderous rage when that woman had called asking for Andres.
Of course, now that I knew she was his mother’s best friend, I felt a little sheepish about my reaction.
Apparently, I was a little possessive of my husband.
Those feelings were unexpected, and I didn’t know what to do with it.