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?"

Oliver's lips curled up in a mischievous smile, "What do you think I'm trying to do?"

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

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"No, thanks."

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

As they reached the door, Oliver turned to George, who was holding two cups of coffee, and said briskly, "Get yourself back."

George stood there, speechless. He watched as 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 the sidewalk.

George muttered to himself, "No wonder they say love blinds. Hey, I've done my bit. Wouldn't it be decent to drop me off at the office?"

Inside the car, Josefina watched Oliver drive at a snail's pace. She glanced at her watch. "Oliver, you do realize that even ants move faster than this?"

"Driving isn't about speed, it's about steadiness."

"I've got work, Oliver. Your driving is too slow. I need to get out."

"The doors are locked. Don't worry. I'll speed up."

Josefina sighed in exasperation.

Oliver increased 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 her Their proximity was close, too close, and Oliver's face was just inches from hers.

Josefina's striking eyes met Oliver's gaze, her glowing skin and wide eyes filled with a mix of panic and surprise.

"Why so scared?" Oliver teased, pinching her chin gently.

"You are too close, so of course, I'm scared." Scared he might make a move.

"Scared I'll kiss you?" Oliver arched an eyebrow, his voice laced with challenge.

Josefina's eyes darted away, her nervousness only fuelling Oliver's desire. If she was worried about a kiss, then he'd kiss her until fear was the last thing on her mind.

His lips quirked in a confident smile. Josefina was his to claim.

Oliver was a man of action. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to Josefina's, his kiss a blend of conquest and possession.

Josefina was taken aback.

Oliver's advances came again, a

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familiar sensation that deepened her memories. Her hands pushed

against him, but they couldn't budge his solid frame.

As Josefina's body reclined, Oliver tilted the seat back, and she found herself lying down, her eyes wide with shock.

Oliver's kisses were like a gentle rainfall, soft and thorough, covering every inch of her skin.