Just in time, a large hand wrapped around Asher's waist, steadying both his feet and the tray of food as it was caught at the exact right moment.
Asher's eyes widened madly.
He had been mere seconds away from crashing to the floor.
Harlan, on the other hand, felt his breath pause like someone had pressed a remote and frozen him in place.
That intense presence.
Those suffocating pheromones.
There was no mistaking it.
His boss.
Xavier Devereaux was back.
And not only had he caught Asher in danger, he had also seen everything from afar.
Now Harlan knew he was in even bigger trouble than he had imagined.
Immediately, he rushed forward, but one dark look from Xavier made him stop in his tracks.
He shifted back in fear, his mouth snapping shut before he could utter a single word.
"Wifey," Xavier said lazily, one arm still secured around Asher's waist, "why do you like putting yourself in dangerous situations? Couldn't you see where you were going?"
