Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Staring at Oliver in disbelief, Josefina could hardly fathom the situation. Wasn't Oliver the quintessential gentleman, the one rumored to be indifferent to the charms of women? Yet, here he was, coming on to her with the finesse of a seasoned flirt.

Josefina squirmed, trying to extricate herself from Oliver's embrace. But Oliver was strong, imprisoning her against him, unwilling to let go.

"Want to check if I'm in good shape? Why not find out for yourself?" Oliver teased with an indulgent smile.

"Oliver, let go of me first."

"We can talk just fine like this. I'm holding you, but you can still speak your mind," Oliver insisted, tightening his grip. He seized Josefina's hand, pressing it against his trim waist. Had Josefina not been stronger than most women, her hand might have wandered to places it shouldn't.

"Oliver, this is harassment. Let me go this instant!" Josefina continued to struggle. Feeling her resistance, Oliver captured her lips once more, pressing his advantage.

Josefina lay on the couch with Oliver's body looming over her. His kisses trailed down, meandering along her delicate neck to her collarbone. He halted there, propping himself up to gaze at Josefina, taking in her panicked expression and the turmoil swirling in her wide, startled eyes.

"What are you trying to do? Oliver, mark my words, I'll make your penis unable to function."

Oliver arched an eyebrow. "Josie, let's see what you can do," he countered playfully.

Josefina was exasperated. She had never encountered someone so shameless. "Let's talk this out properly. Get up first."

Josefina's arms held Oliver at bay, preventing any further risky moves. Her eyes darted to the office door. Why wasn't anyone coming in at a time like this?

Maybe Brandon? Or Oliver's secretary?

Oliver leaned in to kiss Josefina

once again, and in a moment of panic, she bit his lip. The taste of blood-only fueled Oliver's desife. Gripping the back of her head, he deepened the kiss.

Josefina's mind went blank,

struggling to breathe, on the verge of suffocation. It was only when she was nearly unconscious that Oliver reluctantly pulled away from her glistening lips.

Josefina felt as limp as a rag doll, completely spent. She couldn't understand how a kiss could leave her more exhausted than the most grueling workouts. Oliver lifted her from the couch and laid her on the bed in the adjoining rest area.

"Oliver, what are you trying to do!" Josefina shouted.

"Just letting you rest. You're tired, aren't you? Take a nap on my bed."

Josefina shook her head frantically. "You perv, let me go!"

After he placed her on the bed, Josefina, trying to maintain her delicate persona, dared not use her fighting skills and could only lie

there, glaring at Oliver unhappily.

"Oliver, what on earth do you want?"

"I just want you to know that my health, sick or not, doesn't stop me from liking you."NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Josefina said. "So, you're saying you are sick?"

Oliver let out a resigned chuckle, gazing directly into Josefina's eyes with deliberate emphasis. "I'm not sick. I'm perfectly healthy-healthy enough to prove my virility right now." Josefina fell silent. The handsome man before her exuded a lethal allure. She got up from the bed, steadying herself. "Alright, I get it. You're the picture of health."

As Josefina attempted to leave, Oliver caught her hand. "Weren't you going to treat me to lunch?"