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."

his robust waist. With broad shoulders, narrow hips,

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 her body as she looked on with a panicked expression. "You think I can let

mere inches from hers, allowing Josefina

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

parts, Oliver halted. "Last night, you slept in my master suite while I took the guest room. You came into my room, climbed into

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a sound sleeper. I've been complimented on

as he stared into hers and asked pointedly, "Who said

was he getting at? "You're hurting me." With her arms still raised and captured by Oliver's grip, she

his roughness, Oliver

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

pajama set. Blushing furiously, she contemplated