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!"

"Ms. Josefina, there's an urgent situation at the office I need to attend to. You two take your time. There's no need to rush to get to work," he called out with a chuckle. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt

as she shot Oliver an annoyed

me." Blaming him was a small price for the joy it

my car's gone. I guess you'll have to drive

Josefina turned to open her car door, Oliver had already swung the passenger side open for her. "Aren't I the one

when there's a gentleman present? It's my turn to

Josefina settled into the passenger seat. She had another reason

over the 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

said, "I'll pick you up for lunch." She barely stepped out of the car when he sped off, as if fearing rejection. Walking into her workplace,

up. "Ms. Josefina, there's a gentleman here claiming to be your assistant. I've asked him to wait in

"Alright."

skin and clear eyes. She motioned him over, and he

my office," she directed. Clad in a crisp white blouse and a flowing skirt, Josefina's slender waist was accentuated