Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver's kiss was a masterclass in assertiveness. His muscular frame pressed against Josefina's, and his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist, drawing her body irresistibly close to his. He was relentless, claiming every inch of her mouth, marking her as his own.

Only when Josefina's breath became ragged did he release her. He watched her panting heavily, a smirk playing across his crimson lips. He was savoring his triumph.

Josefina slumped into a chair. Her mind was a whirl of disarray. She shot Oliver a glare that could slice through steel. "Next time, you're not allowed to kiss me."

Oliver reached for her hand, pulling her to her feet and into his embrace. "Alright. I'll do anything you say. No more kissing, okay?"

Yeah, right. Josefina pushed him away, snatched her bag, and stormed out the door, with Oliver close on her heels.

Josefina was fuming, but Oliver, with a soft voice that could melt butter, asked, "Need to touch up your makeup?"

She glared at him, only to be guided into the car for an impromptu makeup session.

"Is Alex into you?" Oliver's voice was like a buzzing fly, filled with nonsense.

Josefina slipped her lipstick back into her bag, utterly helpless. "Who told you that? You believe those two gossipmongers?"

Oliver nodded slightly, "I kind of do. That woman said a woman's intuition is always spot on, right?"

"Believe what you want. I've got to get to work," Josefina snapped, flinging the car door open and making a beeline for freedom.

Oliver watched her go, shaking his head. Was he really that terrifying?

Back at the office, Oliver's query to George about possible secret admirers for Josefina at work was met with an immediate affirmation. With her looks, brains, pedigree - who wouldn't be smitten? This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

George shivered, sensing a drop in temperature. Was it the air conditioning or...

Before he could voice his concern,

he caught Oliver's icy gaze and realized his misstep. Quick on his feet, George backpedaled, "Mr. Oliver, while they may pine for Ms. Josefina, her heart beats only for you. Let them be green with envy. Ms. Josefina's heart is a one-man home, and that's a mutual love sprint."

George had a way with words that hit home for Oliver. "I should show her more often how much I like her," he mused with a slight smile.

"Should I keep sending flowers? She seemed to really like them today," he asked. However, Josefina forgot to take the flowers with her when she left.

"Absolutely, Mr. Oliver. Stake your claim. Girls generally adore flowers."

Oliver's smile was a picture of

refined pleasure. He was

anticipating Josefina's joy upon

receiving the flowers. "Order the

flowers, George. Let's send her fresh. ones daily."

"On it," George replied, stepping out to arrange a daily floral tribute for Josefina.

Unbeknownst to her, Josefina was about to be showered with a grand gesture she never saw coming.

When a delivery of 9999 roses arrived at the office, it left everyone there utterly gobsmacked.