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."

out of bed, clad in grey sweatpants that accentuated his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow hips,

grab her slender arms. He lifted Josefina's hands

was mere inches from hers, allowing Josefina a clear view

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

lips drew 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. You came into my room, climbed into my bed, and fell asleep on my chest.

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on it, told that I don't

Oliver's eyes as he stared into hers

his mood. What was he getting at? "You're hurting me." With her

roughness, Oliver released

she pushed him away, flung open the door, and

pajama set.