Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

"So even Oliver will fall in love someday, huh?"

"Of course, he will. The guy's not a monk. Can't he have a little fun?"

"Getting all spruced up for a girl, that's not something you see every day."

George strolled over, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mind your own beeswax, will ya? What's it to you if Oliver's got a girl?"

The group shared a knowing look, and suddenly it clicked. That gal must be future Mrs. Baldwin!

Oliver set his bag on the dining table, the warmth of his spacious office wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. He was pulling out his lunch from the bag when he sensed someone inching closer behind him.

He turned and found himself face-to-face with Josefina.

Trapped between the cold, hard desk at his back and Josefina's warm, yielding form in front, Oliver didn't need to think twice about his next move.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Josefina reached out and deftly removed the glasses from Oliver's nose. Her voice was sultry, laced with a playful laugh. "Are you scared of me?"

Oliver's breath hitched, his gaze burning into Josefina with raw intensity. With a swift movement, his right hand circled Josefina's slender, soft waist, pulling her closer.

The air between them crackled with tension as Josefina's body pressed against Oliver's, her eyes locked onto his.

The atmosphere grew thick with unspoken desire, and Josefina's wandering hands began to explore. Her fingers slid into the waistband of Oliver's pants, creeping upward. Her eyes never left his face, a mixture of innocence and longing that Oliver found irresistible.

A shiver ran through him at her touch, and just as he was about to take control, Josefina paused. "Oliver, are you pretending to chase after me just so I can save your life?"

The moment's heat dissipated like morning fog. Confused, Oliver watched as Josefina slipped from his embrace. The emptiness in his arms matched the unquenched fire within him.

He caught her hand, pulling her back into his embrace. "Explain yourself. What do you mean?"

Did he need to put on an act to chase after Josefina?

Pinned and unable to move, Josefina finally spoke, "You're sick, aren't you? And you need my treatment. That's why you're pursuing me?"

Oliver was stunned. "So, you flirted... just to check if I'm ill?" he asked.

"Yeah," Josefina replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Oliver couldn't help but laugh, his roguish charm as lethal as ever. He spoke deliberately, "Has anyone ev told you that a fire kindled but not quenched is hard to suppress?"

Before Josefina could reply, Oliver leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all conquest. His kiss plundered her mouth, marking every inch of his territory.

With Josefina struggling, he held her

tight, one hand on her waist, the other cradling her head, deepening their frenzied embrace. As fireworks exploded in Josefina's mind, deaving her breathless.

In the end, Oliver reluctantly let her go. As they pulled away, their lips parted with a thread of saliva, the intimacy reaching its peak.

Josefina, flushed with anger,

reached out to slap Oliver, but he

caught her hand, guiding it from his waist up his chest. A wicked smile danced on Oliver's lips, his eyes gleaming with desire, his voice a magnetic whisper, "You wanted to

touch, didn't you? Go a wanted to

I give you permission to indulge."

Josefina rolled her eyes. Could she just... not want to touch anymore?

Oliver didn't think so, his smile suggesting. "Go on, touch all you want. I'm allowing it."