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.
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