Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina wasn't born yesterday. Oliver said he'd pick her up in his car, but she knew that once he did, they'd end up driving back in hers.

However, Josefina wasn't concerned with the car situation. Oliver's potential for violence had her worried.

As Oliver approached, he caught the flicker of concern in her eyes. Taking a step closer, he peered at her and murmured with a hint of amusement, "Are you worried about me?"

Josefina lifted her gaze, meeting his smiling face, which, at that moment, seemed particularly dashing. "Oliver, some things are better left in the past. You can't let old ghosts drag you down," she advised.

Life was about moving forward and finding the silver lining. That was how Josefina lived-if she dwelled on bygones, life would just be too exhausting.

Oliver reached out and gently pulled Josefina into his arms, holding her close. "Just let me hold you for a moment." His weary voice washed over her as she stood still in his embrace.

When George finished handling his business and stepped out, he found Oliver with his arms wrapped around Josefina. George gave some quick instructions to his security detail and signaled for his driver to whisk him away.

Watching Oliver's car being driven off, Josefina gently nudged him, "Your ride's leaving!"

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she shot Oliver an annoyed

nodded, his indulgent smile unwavering. "Yeah, blame me." Blaming him was a

gone. I guess you'll have

the passenger side

when does a lady drive when there's a gentleman present? It's my turn

the passenger seat. She had another reason for

draft she'd had her assistant prepare. "Take a look at this when you get a chance. If everything checks out, sign on the dotted line." Oliver's eyes crinkled with approval at

her office building, he said, "I'll pick you up for lunch." She barely stepped out of the car when he sped off,

up. "Ms. Josefina, there's a gentleman here claiming to be your

"Alright."

lounge door, Josefina noticed the young man sitting inside with his tanned skin and clear eyes. She motioned him over, and he obediently

Clad in a crisp white blouse and a flowing skirt, Josefina's slender