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."

her forward. "I'll take you," he said softly, as if

Oliver turned to George, who was holding two cups

car, the engine purring to life under Oliver's his command. And there

I've done my bit. Wouldn't it be decent to drop me off at the

a snail's pace. She glanced at her watch.

about speed, it's about

got work, Oliver. Your driving is too slow. I need to get

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

Josefina sighed in exasperation.

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

eyes met Oliver's gaze, her glowing skin and

scared?" Oliver teased,

I'm scared." Scared he might make