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."

grey sweatpants that accentuated his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow

for the doorknob, but Oliver still managed to grab her slender arms. He lifted Josefina's hands above

from hers, allowing Josefina a clear view

he scrutinized her face, his voice

his vulnerable parts, Oliver halted. "Last night, you slept in my master suite while I took the guest room. You came into my room, climbed into my bed, and fell asleep on my chest. Josie, are you

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been complimented on

as he stared into hers and asked pointedly,

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

his roughness, Oliver

the door, and bolted. Despite

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