– Gleb Karlovich, you in a towel.
No matter how hard I try to look my boss in the eyes, my gaze betrays me and slips lower.
A man’s sensual lips curve into a brazen smirk—my heart skips a beat.
– Take it off?
– No! – I shriek and even jump in place from sheer horror: what if he actually carries his threat out. – Let me bring you something instead!
I rush to the wardrobe, but at the last moment I change direction and run to the exit of the cabin—that very place where we’ve ended up as hostages to the whims of nature.
– I’m sure you’ll sleep just fine in a ski suit!
I shout as I grab that very outfit from the hook.
***
“However you meet the New Year is how you’ll spend it.” I didn’t believe it. Until, by chance, I spent New Year’s Eve in the company of my boss. And already the very next day I found myself with him in a snowbound captivity—in a tiny mountain cabin, where we have to share one bed.