Glancing out of the window, Delaney groaned. It had only been an hour and the streets were covered in a layer of white.

Sipping at her coffee, she looked across the room, past all the desks, and sure enough, Ivan was still fucking there. Why couldn’t that man leave? Why did he have to be here? He had all the wealth and prestige a rich person could have. Why did he have to poach from her?

She was so pissed off.

This was her promotion.

She worked her ass off.

“Is it still snowing?” he asked.

Ignoring him, she stared out of the window, watching as visibility started to decline.

“Shit, that’s not good.”

“Why don’t you go home then?”

“You’re acting like a child. Very mature, Delaney.”

She bit her tongue. Right now, feeling mature was the furthest thing from her mind. She finished off her coffee and shook her head.

“It’s no good. I’m going to have to go home,” she said more to herself.

“Me too. It’s looking way too fierce out there.”

“Why didn’t you go home before it got this bad?” she asked and lifted a brow.

“You think I’m going to fall for that?” he asked.

She shook her head, not wanting to get into this with him. He was annoying her. She wasn’t in the mood, not today.

Taking her cup back to the staff room, she washed it out, grabbed her bag and jacket, and headed to the elevator. Reaching out to the button, she saw it wasn’t lit. She pressed it anyway, but the elevator wasn’t responsive at all.

“Just my luck.”

Taking the stairs, she headed toward the main doors.

She got to the front and saw the snow had already covered a great deal. In fact, visibility was almost nonexistent with the snowfall and wind.

“What?”

She tried pushing the door open again, and after a second it popped open. A blast of frigid air slammed into her, taking her breath away. But she couldn’t open it more than a few inches, not with the ice already forming on it, and the inches of snow starting to pile up on the ground.

“We can’t get out,” Ivan said.

She spun to see him leaning against the reception desk.

He held his phone up.

“We have no cell service either. I got a message two hours ago. The boss man warned me to head out.”

“Why did he message you?” she asked.

“Out of all of that your only concern is that he messaged me?” He shook his head. “Have you even checked your phone?”

She pulled her cell out of her bag and of course she had no reception either.

“I’ve got nothing,” she said almost dejectedly.

“And we’re stuck here.”

“No. We can’t be stuck here,” she said. Going to the door, she placed her hand against the glass, feeling the frigid temperature through it.

She pulled her hand away at how cold it was.

“Shoot.”

“See, cold and stuck.”

“This isn’t acceptable. I need to go home.”

He snorted. “Your chance to go home has gone. I suggest we wait until the storm passes and they can clear things out.”

“I’m not spending the night stuck here with you.”

“It’s not like you have a choice.”

Ignoring him, she walked right past him, going to the stairwell.

She’d find some way to get the hell out of here.

Watching her ass sway as she passed made Ivan’s cock stiff. Not that it was hard to do. Whenever he saw Delaney, experienced her attitude, he found himself easily turned on. Rather than wait for her to realize they were stuck here together, he followed her.

She went straight to their floor, to the phone.

“It’s got a dial tone.”

“Perfect,” he said sarcastically.

She called an emergency service and of course, he heard their response. There was nothing they could do. Their only advice was to stay in the warmth and don’t try driving. The moment the snow stopped and the trucks got everything clear enough, it would be safe.

They were locked in together.

She put the phone back into its cradle.

“Great.”

She walked over to the window.

He watched her.

She always seemed so collected. So ready to strike.

She reached out and touched the glass, her expression so vulnerable, fragile even.

“Okay, so we can’t leave this building.”

“That we can’t,” he said.

“We’ve got to think logically now.”

“I figured you would.”

“Would you please stop joking about this? It’s not funny.”

“I’m not joking. Just waiting for you to realize a few facts.”

“What few facts?” she asked.

“It’s freezing outside.”

“So?”

“The building is set to lower the heating by midnight and will only turn it up at six in the morning. Got to love an energy efficient building.”

He saw her face go pale as she looked out of the window once more.

“It’s close to nine now. We’ve got a couple of hours to get food and find some blankets before it gets cold.”

“You’re joking. This can’t be happening.” She sounded incredulous.

“You didn’t know?” he asked. “It was the way to cut the costs of the building. If no one is here why have it fully heated?”

“Because of this. Ugh, this is not my night.”

“At least you’re not alone. You’ve got me.”

She glared at him. “I don’t consider that a good thing.”

He chuckled. “Believe me. I know. At least we can work together. I mean, I know you’re always a lot slower than me but don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

She brushed past him. “I don’t need a man to take care of me and I certainly don’t need you.”

He watched her go.

If she thought for a second he was going to let her get away, she was mistaken.

He’d seen the warning text the moment it came in. He was aware of the danger they were in but he knew together they’d survive. He wondered how long they were going to remain trapped inside their office building.