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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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

him, cocooned in his arms. The crisp scent of the man enveloped her, flooding

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

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a woman? Was he concerned about her getting hurt? Was

beyond belief. Josefina quickly pushed away from Oliver,

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a tad red-faced as she insisted again, "I can walk

with concern, "Josie, let me

moment, Oliver alighted from the car with his