His for Christmas by Skye Warren

Author:Skye Warren [Warren, Skye]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00R35WRQ0
Barnesnoble: B00R35WRQ0
Goodreads: 23870406
Publisher: Skye Warren
Published: 2014-12-17T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I closed the last of the files, satisfied that I’d finished my work before leaving. A bittersweet feeling because today was my last day.

It was also Christmas Eve, and most of the building had already left. At seven o’ clock, it felt much later. Snowfall had grown heavier all day. It verged on a storm now, darkening the streets as people rushed to get home with last-minute packages. Lights were on in Mr. Thompson’s office, and I knew he was still there, because he’d come in early this morning—and hadn’t left yet.

I stared at the office door, which was cracked open. In invitation?

That was wishful thinking. I couldn’t see inside, but maybe that was for the best. Even if I went in there, what would I say? He wouldn’t care that I was leaving. For good, this time. I was just an awkward situation he’d be glad to get rid of.

But I cared. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I hated myself for being so transparent. How had I started to fall for my boss when I’d only worked here for two weeks? When the first time we’d met, he’d made me come so hard I couldn’t breathe? When he watched me and listened to me and even flirted with me in that gruff, brutal way of his?

Okay, so maybe the crush wasn’t that far-fetched considering.

Still, I shouldn’t be thinking about saying anything else to him. Not even goodbye. I left a quick note for Christy letting her know the work I’d done, so she’d know where to pick up. Then I grabbed my purse and headed for the elevator.

I refused to look back at the office. Refused to care. I made it inside the elevator. The doors slid shut behind me… until a hand pushed in to stop them.

Mr. Thompson.

“Going down?” he asked.

I averted my eyes and nodded. Outwardly I remained calm and collected, but inside my senses went haywire like they did every time he was nearby. The size of him, filling up every spare inch in the elevator. The heat of him, making my skin tingle.

The musky male scent of him, turning me to liquid. God, I need to get out of this elevator.

Either that or I needed never to leave it.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched him step inside and press the button for the lobby. The elevator began moving.

“Do you have plans?” He cleared his throat. “For Christmas Eve?”

I blinked. Why was he making small talk after avoiding me for two weeks? And how embarrassing would it be to tell him no, I didn’t have any plans?

I was saved from that embarrassment when the elevator shuddered to a stop, well before we would have reached the ground floor. The lights flickered and went off. I blinked as low yellow lights appeared from the bottom of the walls, giving me just enough illumination to make out the shadows.

The elevator doors didn’t open.

“What’s going on?” I whispered. Something about the darkness made it seem like I should be quiet.

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