Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Heading to his bedroom seemed a tad too intimate, didn't it?

Oliver made a move to leave, but Josefina grasped his arm. "The staff's off duty. It's no big deal if you change clothes here."

Without Oliver's say-so, who would dare to intrude?

Josefina's face was a picture of vigilance, which made Oliver chuckle. "Afraid I'll try something unseemly?"

In the midst of Josefina's flustered gaze, Oliver had already risen to fetch the first-aid kit. Her eyes trailed from his immaculate leather shoes to his long, retreating legs.

Soon after, Oliver returned with the kit in hand. Shrugging out of his blazer and undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, he revealed his lean frame. There was not an ounce of excess fat, and his biceps hinted at his strength. He lay down on the couch, his broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist - the epitome of masculine form.

Josefina gaped in awe - the guy was seriously ripped! A blush crept onto her cheeks, unbidden.

Twisting his head, Oliver caught her shy look and teased in a low voice, "Seen enough?"

Josefina felt quite embarrassed. Scrambling, she grabbed a cotton swab and inspected Oliver's back, only to find the wound showed no signs of healing.

doctor instincts kicking in. It genuinely

Oliver couldn't help but keep his eyes on her.

him, she ordered,

it up neatly. Once done, Josefina stowed away the first-aid kit. "Oliver, I'm heading home." Oliver sat up. "Have dinner before you go.

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turned to another guard.