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."

got out of bed, clad in grey sweatpants that accentuated his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow hips, his muscles were not overly bulky but undeniably

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

inches from hers, allowing Josefina a clear view of

curved into a graceful arc, and his eyes sparkled with mischief as he scrutinized her face, his voice deep and seductive, "Don't you remember

Josefina was about to knee his vulnerable parts, Oliver halted. "Last night, you slept in my master suite while I took the guest room. You came

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

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

eyes as he stared into hers

taken aback by the swift change in his mood. What was he getting at? "You're

roughness, Oliver released

pushed him away, flung open the door, and bolted. Despite

found herself in an oversized men's pajama