Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Josefina looked around, dazed and utterly befuddled.

She blurted out, "Oliver, how did I end up at your place?"

Oliver sat up in bed, a silk comforter sliding from his chest down to his waist. There he sat, his torso exuding strength, his abs well-defined, oozing raw masculinity.

One thought looped in Josefina's mind: Oliver looked like the epitome of virility.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the unsettling notion.

Oliver caught her slight gesture, his gaze piercing as he asked, "What's on your mind?"

With a defensive edge, Josefina replied, "I'm wondering why you brought me here with less than noble intentions."

his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow hips, his

by step, and Josefina's hand was already reaching for the doorknob, but Oliver still managed to grab her slender arms. He lifted Josefina's hands

was mere inches from hers, allowing Josefina a clear view

lips curved into a graceful arc, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he scrutinized her face,

halted. "Last night, you slept in my master suite while I took the guest room. You

full shock. She could never do such a thing. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt

I've always been a sound sleeper. I've been complimented on it, told that I don't move an inch or hog

as he stared into hers and

mood. What was he getting at? "You're hurting me." With her arms still raised and captured by Oliver's grip, she couldn't

his roughness, Oliver

she pushed him away, flung open the door, and

herself in an oversized men's pajama set. Blushing furiously, she contemplated whether Oliver had