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4:15 pm Ella couldn’t see a thing out her window. The gray sky had opened up and flurries of powder were descending on the dark landscape. The lamps in the parking lot were obscured and the few cars remaining were quickly disappearing under the white onslaught from above. Swearing silently to herself, she realized that she should’ve left much earlier. Footsteps approached from behind her, “What are you still doing here?” a male voice asked. Ella’s coworker, Jim was standing behind her chair. She could feel all six feet of him towering over in her short office chair. Her brown eyes stared up defiantly into his hazel ones. “I could ask you the same,” she replied. “I don’t have any way home. My ride is stuck,” he said with a shy smile. Staring up into his frustrating adorable face, she was struck by the thought that maybe this wasn’t an accident. They had been eyeing each other up in the office for months, both pretending not to notice the other. She found herself drawn to his uniquely effortless appearance and dark sense of humor. His tall slim frame hinted at some type of sport played on the weekends, and his longish hair framed his constant five o’clock shadow perfectly. His observation of her was also noticed. The way he cleared his throat if she bent over slightly and let her skirt ride up. His eyes traveling up her legs and curves as she walked by him. She even caught him once or twice staring at her abundant chest in meetings. Most importantly, he actually made the effort to hide it, whereas some of the other men in the office didn’t. That earned him big points in her book. Shy and ankara travesti modest were always more of a turn-on than the loud and grabby types. “Well, I’m about to hit the road. Do you want to ride with me? I think you live close to my house?” Ella said before she could think about it. “Yeah, maybe five minutes away. The next town over. But that’s still half an hour from here in good weather. Are you sure you wanna go? It’s probably safer to stay here and wait it out.”“Hell no. They don’t pay me enough to sleep in this dump. I have a four-wheel drive and a shovel. I will find a way,” she said as she started gathering up her stuff. For some reason, he looked disappointed. Maybe she had misread the situation. “Well, then I guess I have to go with you. You will need someone to help push you out when you get stuck.” He walked off to get his bag. Ella remote started her car and could hear all the “driving in the snow” warnings in her head. She wandered off to the kitchen to grab some water and snacks and then scooped up the blanket from under her desk. She tried not to think about spending time in close quarters with Jim. He was without a doubt her favorite person in the office, but she was very careful to keep him at arm’s length. She knew better than to get involved with someone at work. He was waiting at the door and neither of them wanted to go out into the storm. It was pitch black out now, with only the dim building lights showing the snow. Laughing nervously, they pushed open the door and went out into the snow. 4:55 pm The car was finally clear and they were buckled travesti ankara in the front seat of her SUV. He had to move his seat all the way back to accommodate his height. She expertly accelerated through the ruts they dug out and pulled onto the eerily deserted street. The plan was to make it to the highway where the plows had probably already cleared out the worst of the snow. But first, they had to make it down a couple of miles of buried side streets. “This isn’t half as bad with company,” she joked as they skidded down another street. He was unusually quiet and seemed a little nervous in the weather. But she was confident, expertly maneuvering around abandoned cars towards the highway. Several times he grabbed the edge of the seat when she skidded. On one particularly bad slide, he grabbed her shoulder for a second. She pretended not to notice and kept her eyes on the road. When they reached the entrance to the highway the barely noticeable ramp was piled high with snow. The plows must have been out because the bar closing it wasn’t down blocking the entrance. She accelerated down on to the highway and much to her surprise, the road wasn’t any clearer. There wasn’t a plow or another vehicle in sight and the snow was thicker than the road above. The SUV went about a quarter-mile before the snow began to pile up in front of the bumper. She guided it to the edge of the road as it became obvious they were about to get stuck. Just as they reached the shoulder, the car stopped pushing the snow ahead of them and just stopped. There was about three feet of snow ankara travestiler in front of the car now. 5:35 pm “Well, it’s a good thing I brought snacks, the plows will be through soon and we can go,” she said, reaching over to turn on the traffic channel. She passed Jim a bottle of water as the radio started to cycle through the messages. “…Highway is now closed with most of the plows digging out south of the city. It will reopen in two hours if they can clear a path. Driving bans are in effect. Please avoid driving at all costs…”She switched the radio back to low music. “Well, I guess that means we’re stuck for at least two hours,” she laughed nervously. “I better go dig out the exhaust pipe.” He stared at her for a few minutes, trying to decide if she was serious when she popped open the door. For ten minutes, she walked around the car making sure the exhaust pipe was clear so she could keep the car running and not die of carbon monoxide. When she was finished, her hands and jacket were soaked and she was freezing. She hopped back in the car and cranked up the heat, draping her wet jacket over the back vents. “Here, let me help,” he said, grabbing her frozen hands between his warm ones and rubbing them back and forth. The sensation of his hands on hers made her forget that she was in a car, stuck in the snowstorm. She tried to draw her hands back so she could think better and he didn’t let them go. “Not warm yet.” His eyes met hers and her heart skipped three beats. He smiled and drew her hands closer, running his fingers up over her wrists and forearms. The sensation was very intimate and she had to close her eyes so she wasn’t staring into his honey-colored eyes. This felt so wrong. He was a coworker. Probably married. She knew she shouldn’t have offered him a ride. She opened her eyes and he was giving her a wicked smile. “Better?”
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