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Olivia's POV
I closed my eyes tightly, holding on to Maxwell's neck in a death grip as the sensation of falling overwhelmed me. My stomach lurched, my heart stopped, and for one terrifying moment, I was quite certain I was going to die.
This is it. This is how I go. Electrocuted and then splattered on Maxwell Wellington's office floor.
But somehow, I hadn't hit the ground. I wasn't broken, or bleeding. I was... caught.
His strong arms had wrapped around me mid-fall, one under my knees, one supporting my back. I was cradled against his solid chest, held securely, completely safe.
I opened my eyes slowly, my heart still hammering, my breathing coming in short, panicked gasps.
Maxwell's face was inches from mine.
He'd caught me. Actually caught me, like some kind of ridiculous romance novel hero. I could also feel his heart pounding beneath my cheek.
