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."

in grey sweatpants that accentuated his robust waist.

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

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

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

in my master suite while I took the guest room. You came into my room, climbed into

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

in Oliver's eyes as he stared

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

his roughness, Oliver released

flung open the door, and bolted. Despite her

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