Faking It With a Billionaire || MaAn

Chapter 27 | Anuj

"Anuj, I reckon we should ditch at the next exit." I grunt, eyes glued to the road ahead. The windshield wipers work double-time, but with the relentless snowfall, they're about as useful as a screen door on a submarine. The thick flurries make it damn near impossible to see anything on the road.

"We'll be out of this snow soon," I reply, trying to ease her nerves. She's sitting beside me, looking on edge. Maybe I should've swallowed my pride and taken up the offer to crash at the mansion of the man who just dumped enough money into the company to fast-track a project we've been slaving over for two years.

I was too pig-headed to accept. I hated the way his son eyed Anupama. He watched her like he wanted her. The last thing I was going to do was stay in that house with all of them to ride out a snowstorm. Not with the knowledge of how bad his annoying, golden-retriever-acting son looked at Anupama, like he was just waiting to sink his claws into her. I know the look of desire when it comes to her well. It's because I've been wearing the same look for a while now.

I shouldn't have brought Anupama in the first place. Granted, part of the reason she thinks she was hired was to travel with me. But the moment I saw the son's eyes light up when Anupama stepped from behind me at the beginning of the meeting, I regretted ever bringing her.

"If this radar is correct, it's supposed to snow for at least the next twelve hours. And that's as far as it'll let me see."

"Those things are never right."

"Oh, so you're a meteorologist now?"

"And you are?" I accuse, throwing her insult back at her. I'm not a fucking meteorologist, although it seems like a good gig because they're wrong half the time and still get to keep their job.

"All I'm saying is that I'm not trying to die in a snowstorm. So if you want to keep driving to try and make it to your little airport, fine be my guest. I think it's dumb considering there's no way they're flying in this, but you can give it a try. I, on the other hand, would love for you to drop me off at the next exit so I can ride out the snowstorm in the warmth and not fearing for my life."

"I'm not leaving you alone in an unfamiliar place."

"And driving recklessly in the middle of a blizzard is a better option?" If I wasn't white-knuckling the steering wheel, I'd look over at her and give her a dirty look. She might have a valid point, but I'm still under the impression that sooner or later we have to make it through the worst of the snow. It came on pretty sudden, the small flurries easy to see through at first before it started dumping snow.

"Anuj." She raises her voice at me. I can feel her gaze hot on my cheeks. "What?"

"I think there's a town close called Meadowvale. Pull over at the next exit. There's got to be somewhere for us to stay."

"No. We're almost out of it."

She groans, her hands flying into the air in frustration. "We are not almost out of it. I want to get out of the car and stay somewhere! We should be passing an exit any minute. We're getting off there."

"Last I checked, I'm the one driving." I have to squint to see through the snow. Maybe she is right. I thought that the snow would lighten up if we just kept driving, but the visibility is becoming worse and worse. Even with the all-wheel drive of the SUV, I can feel the tires slip every now and then on slick patches.