Unwrapped

She stood quickly just as her office door opened. And there stood a security officer and the janitorial staff, looking between her and Ivan, and then back at her again. She felt her cheeks heat, knew they were probably red.

There was no doubt they knew what was going on, or what had happened.

“Morning, Miss,” the security officer said. He looked at Ivan and her again, but she kept her focus straight ahead. “We were notified of employees possibly stuck in the building. With the power out and the lines down, we didn’t get the message until a little while ago.” As she looked between them, she saw the smirk on his face. “Maybe we didn’t need to worry after all.”

She narrowed her eyes and felt her cheeks get even hotter. God, what had she done?

Ivan ran a hand over the foggy mirror, leaning against the sink and staring at his reflection. He had a towel wrapped around his lower half, his hair damp, the steam from his recent shower filling his bathroom.

It had only been a few days since he’d left the office, since they’d been “rescued.”

What he wanted to do was go to Delaney, to tell her that what they’d shared hadn’t been a one-night thing. He wanted to tell her that she was his, that he didn’t care about what others said, didn’t care about any rules.

But she’d hardly said anything once the security officer had arrived. She’d seemed flustered, nervous as she gathered her things. She’d only given him one last smile before she stepped out the front doors and got a taxi.

And he’d stood there, watching as she drove away, wanting to chase after her.

Normally he’d work the weekends, but Ivan forced himself to not go back to the office even though he knew he’d see Delaney.

She was always there, a true workaholic.

And he was living in hell not seeing Delaney.

All he wanted was go to her, to hold her, kiss her, tell her how perfect they were for each other. It was like that one night had changed everything for him, had made him realize what he’d been missing in life.

Tell her that he wasn’t giving her up without a fight.

But Delaney was strong-willed, stubborn even. If she thought things would get weird, be ruined, she’d pull back and slam a wall down around herself.

She’d block him out and he sure as fuck couldn’t handle that.

He’d fallen for her a long time ago, but when they’d been trapped together the other night, he’d felt something shift in him. He felt, for the first time in his fucking life, that things were right.

Things were how they were supposed to be.

As he stared at himself in the mirror, he knew what he had to do … tell Delaney that they belonged together.

Chapter 12

Delaney stirred the spoon in her mug of cocoa and tried not to burst into tears. They’d been rescued and, if she were being totally honest, she hated that they’d come to them so quickly, so efficiently.

That night with Ivan in the office had been the best night’s sleep of her life, not to mention that being in Ivan’s arms had made her feel safe, protected, warm.

All the right feelings for a cold winter’s day.

Was Ivan thinking of her right now?

Did he miss her?

Of course not.

He had other women to look forward to, right? She wasn’t anything special.

“Oh, screw this. I’m not going to spend all of Christmas thinking about him and what he’s doing. I’m better than that.”

She hadn’t picked up a piece of work since getting out of the office building. The snowfall had been a freak scare for several employees, but she and Ivan were the only two who had stayed so late.

“Stop thinking about work. It’s Christmas and all I’ve got to do is stay in front of the television and eat. That’s all I’m going to do. Eat, eat, and eat.”

She nodded at herself and made her way to the sofa with her mug of cocoa and a can of whipped cream.

Forgoing the cup, she squirted some of the cream into her mouth. In the new year she’d consider a diet but for now, not happening. There was nothing wrong with indulging.

As she took a sip of her cocoa, she couldn’t help but think about the way he touched her as he made love to her. The sweet touch of his lips, the drive of his cock as he filled her.

So much she loved about being with him.

Biting her lip, she tried not to think about how good he’d felt inside her.

It wouldn’t help her to remember.

Someone knocked on her apartment door and she whimpered. If she ignored it, maybe they’d leave her alone.

She snuggled back into her sofa and let out a breath.

She’d have to go back to work in the new year when they would be deciding who was getting the promotion.