Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"That's a friend of mine," Josefina said, her voice laced with casual detachment.

Oliver's face, however, was stormy, the look of a man about to burst with the fury of a tempest. He'd heard from George that Josefina had been rather cozy with that person, who had even had the audacity to hold her hand.

Rising to his feet, Oliver made his way over to Josefina and sat down beside her, taking her hand in his. He deliberately overlaid the memory of Livia's touch with his own.

"Oliver, don't tell me you're jealous?" Josefina laughed in disbelief.

But Oliver leaned closer, his body pressing near as Josefina retreated until her back met the wall. Josefina gave him a nudge. "Oliver, this is a café, what are you trying to do?"

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Josefina pushed him away. "I need to get back to the office."

"I'll drive you."

"No, thanks."

Oliver took her hand gently and led her forward. "I'll take you," he said softly, as

Oliver turned to George, who was holding two cups of coffee, and

Josefina slid into the passenger seat of Oliver's car, the engine purring to life under Oliver's his command. And there was George, the unwanted third-wheel, lef to fend for himself on

say love blinds. Hey, I've done my

car, Josefina watched Oliver drive at a snail's pace. She glanced at her watch. "Oliver, you

about speed,

Oliver. Your driving is

are locked. Don't worry. I'll speed

Josefina sighed in exasperation.

the speed and soon they were at the office doorstep. As Josefina reached for the seatbelt, Oliver's body leaned over, his hands deftly undoing the clasp for

skin and wide

teased,

too close, so of course, I'm scared." Scared he might