Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver scooped up Josefina and popped her into his ride, then whisked her back to the Harrison family pad. Once they hit the Harrison's swanky villa, Josefina pushed the car door, ready to bail, but Oliver

snagged her arm, "You're hurt, let me carry you inside."

Josefina was exasperated, "Oliver, come on, I ain't made of sugar. I won't melt. My cut's not that bad. I can walk on my own."

Josefina was feeling all kinds of awkward. She'd never been carried like that before. Every time she locked eyes with Oliver's smoldering gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and a storm of emotions whirled inside her.

Take right now, for instance, Oliver's scorching look and his lips curved into a wicked smirk, those dark eyes dripping with adoration, "Worried people will get the wrong idea about us?"

Josefina edged closer to the car, gripping the door handle, "There's nothing between us."

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had closed the gap between them. They were inches apart, and Josefina could clearly see his smooth, tanned skin, those long, curly lashes framing his twinkling eyes. Caught off guard by the close-up, Josefina's hand slipped on the door handle, and she tumbled out uncontrollably. In a flash, Oliver's one hand wrapped around her shoulder, the

them, the car was roomy enough, and Josefina found herself sprawled across him, cocooned in his arms. The crisp scent of the man enveloped her,

the sight of Josefina and Oliver locked in an embrace. Right behind them, Lena stepped out of the car, a fleeting flash of murder in her eyes.

was Oliver holding

a woman? Was he concerned

quickly pushed away from Oliver, instinctively making a beeline for the car's

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as she insisted again, "I can walk on

chimed in with concern, "Josie, let

moment, Oliver alighted from the car with his innate air of