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."

accentuated his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow hips, his muscles were not overly bulky but undeniably

Josefina's hands above her head, controlling her body as she looked on

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 what you did

his vulnerable parts, Oliver halted. "Last night, you slept in my master suite while I took the guest

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been a sound sleeper. I've been complimented on it, told that I

he stared into hers and asked

was he getting at? "You're hurting me."

his roughness, Oliver

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

oversized men's pajama set. Blushing furiously, she contemplated whether