Page 2 of Unwrapped


Even now as he thought about it, his cock jerked behind his fly.

Fuck, he wanted her, and the fact they were going up against each other for this promotion turned him on even more.

The way she looked at him with disgust and disdain couldn’t mask the desire he saw in her eyes when she glanced at him. She hated that about herself, and Ivan fucking loved it.

And she’d be his, because when he wanted something he went after it and nothing was getting in his way.

Chapter 2

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.


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.


“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.


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.