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."

of bed, clad in grey sweatpants that accentuated his robust waist. With

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

hers, allowing Josefina a clear view of Oliver's wickedly

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

took the guest room. You came into my room, climbed into my bed, and fell asleep

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sound sleeper. I've been complimented on it, told that I don't move an

cold look flashed in Oliver's eyes as he stared into hers

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

his roughness, Oliver

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

own room, Josefina found herself in an oversized men's pajama set. Blushing furiously, she contemplated whether

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