From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 133

A violent tremble wracked her body. She pulled her hands away from Xavier's neck and pushed flat against his chest, desperate to create some distance.

A hand slammed against the outside of their stall door.

Instantly, an iron grip seized her waist. With an almost punishing force, Xavier dragged her flush against his body and pinned her firmly against the wooden partition.

The door cracked open an inch.

Tilted backward, a sickening wave of vertigo hit her. Panic clamped around her throat.

He crowded into her space, his hot, shallow breaths ghosting tantalizingly over her lips.

Her eyelashes fluttered frantically, her entire body buzzing under the suffocating intensity of his presence.

Pure terror mixed with an illicit, heart-stopping thrill.

Their lips were a fraction of an inch apart.

If he lowered his head even a millimeter, they would kiss.

His eyes were pitch-black pools of restraint. His Adam's apple bobbed in a slow, hard swallow. In that terrifying second, her heart skipped a dangerous beat.

The swinging door bumped against Xavier's calf. Her heart vaulted into her throat.

Suddenly, the fire alarm blared.

Screams and the chaotic stampede of panicked patrons drowned out everything else.

"Mr. Foster, we need to evacuate. There's a fire."

"I told you his wife wouldn't do something like this."

Caleb's anxious voice pierced through the alarm, but Frederick didn't move a muscle.

"Frederick, I'm so scared..." Sierra's shrill, whiny plea echoed. Only then did the pressure on the door vanish, swinging back into place.

The heavy thud of retreating dress shoes followed.

Lydia's painfully tight muscles finally gave out. Realizing the incredibly intimate position they were in, she shoved at Xavier's chest. He let her go instantly.

In the suffocating darkness, they stood apart.

Only their slightly ragged breathing filled the silence.

For a long moment, neither of them moved.

Then, a cell phone rang, shattering the heavy tension.

Xavier stepped back and pushed the stall door open.

She fumbled for her phone and answered. "Harrison..."

The bathroom door swung open again. Before she could react, a large hand clamped securely around hers.

He dragged her out of the bathroom with punishing, long strides.

Terrified of bumping into someone they knew, Lydia tried to shrink behind his broad shoulders.

Once they hit the main corridor, she realized the patrons had already cleared out like a scattered flock of birds.

Only a dozen of his bodyguards remained, sweeping their flashlights to clear the way.

Wesley guided them toward a discreet private exit, looking entirely unfazed by the sight of his boss gripping Lydia's hand.

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