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."

waist. With broad shoulders,

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 above her head, controlling

inches from hers, allowing Josefina a clear view of Oliver's

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

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

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been complimented on it, told that

eyes as he stared

his mood. What was he getting at? "You're

roughness, Oliver released

she pushed him away, flung open the door, and bolted. Despite her strength, it

in her own room, Josefina found herself in an oversized men's pajama set. Blushing furiously, she contemplated whether Oliver had dressed her the night