He was saying something. Mr Black was talking directly to me. But I wasn't comprehending it.

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Do you want some food or not?"

I looked at the bag in his hand. "Chinese?"

"Yes, Miss Kelly, Chinese."

"I'm confused. I just walked out of the kitchen from cleaning that mess."

Mr Black frowned slightly. "Uh, yeah. About thirty minutes ago."

"Uh." What the hell did I do for thirty minutes? Surely not just staring in to the freezer.

"So..."

I focused on Mr Black again.

"It's cold out here."

"Oh right." I stepped away from the door and let my boss in. He looked around quickly before placing the bag on the table.

"Why isn't your fireplace lit?" Mr Black asked. "No wonder it's cold."

"I don't like to have that lit. It might cause a fire." I stuttered.

"Come back to the main house, it's warmer there."

I groaned. "Fine. But I'm not working. I've finished for the night." I shrugged on my jacket. He was right. My place is freezing. I went and turned my heater off.

I followed Mr Black back through the back door and was slightly surprised that we went through the kitchen, then the dining, heading to his office.

Mr Black opened the door for me and I was welcomed in to a room full of heat. I looked over and saw his fireplace roaring to life.

"Ha ha." I smiled.

Mr Black shrugged. "Told you it makes a difference."

I peeled my jacket off and slung it over the couch. Mr Black placed the food on the coffee table and pulled out the boxes.

My mouth was watering. I sat on the three seater sofa and snatched up a box. "Where's the forks?" I asked, eyeing the contents on the table.

Mr Black snapped something and handed it to me. "Chopsticks."

Uh, okay...

I didn't care, I dug in. The flavour bursted in my mouth as I don't think I chewed, just swallowed.

It was good Chinese.

I lifted my fifth mouthful, half way to my mouth when Mr Black spoke.

"So, Montana. I never really pictured you as a Montana."

I looked at my food then placed it back in to the box. "What did you picture me as then?"

Mr Black shrugged. This is the first time I've seen him casual. Not uptight. I don't know if I like it. I certainly don't feel relaxed.

"Something shorter, like Gwen."

I played with the noodles in the box. A small smile on my face. "You looked that up."

"What?"

Now the ball was in my court. I sat back, holding the box of noodles. "You looked at my file to see my name."

Mr Black frowned. "No."

I nodded my head. "Yes. Montana is not any easy name to remember."

Mr Black ignored me as he peeked inside another box of food. I gave him mine and picked up the lemon chicken.

"Besides, I don't like being called Montana."

Mr Black looked at me. "So, Tana?"

I let out a fake laugh that lasted half a second. "No." I picked up a piece of chicken and placed it in my mouth. "Besides, weren't you the one that said that it was unprofessional?"

The all to familiar dark frown appeared on Mr Blacks face. "Am I paying you to sit here and eat?"

"Well, um, no."

"Then you're not working." His attitude changed instantly back to the prior lighter mood he had.

I took another mouthful before putting the chicken box down.

"Far enough, Oliver."

I sat back as I watched him. I felt so high and mighty now. A range of emotions played on his face, but he never looked at me.

"How did you know my name is Oliver?"

I grinned and cleared my throat. "Okay Ollie." I mimicked the lady's voice from this morning.

Mr Black chuckled. "Ah, yes."

"Cordie."

"I don't have anything to say about that." Oliver snapped.

I placed my hands up. "Don't get so defensive." I laughed as I tucked my feet underneath me. I leaned over to the table and looked through each box. There was about six of them.

I found the fried rice and picked it up. "You're a man. I don't care who you sleep with." I shook my head and shoved some rice in my mouth before it fell off the chopsticks. "Just don't make me clean that mess up."

I saw Oliver smile and shake his head from the corners of my eyes.

"I'm a clean person. I do clean up after myself."

I looked at him confused. What does he mean by that?

"No! I didn't mean that." For once, I saw Mr Black turn to Mr Red. "I am clean, but -"

I laughed. I couldn't help it. It was either that or turn red myself. "I've noticed you are a clean person. Just" I stared at the corner of the room. "Lazy. And inconsiderate."

Oliver choked on the food he placed in his mouth. "How?" He coughed out.

I stood up and picked up the rubbish. "Like this. I'm not getting paid to do it, but I'm still going to put this in the bin, not on the bench then finish off with a thank you." I walked out off the study to the kitchen and placed the rubbish in the garbage.

I went back to the study and grabbed my jacket. "Thank you for dinner, Oliver." I smirked at him as I put on my jacket and left him there, dumbfounded.

I walked quickly through the mansion to the back door and as I hurriedly followed the path to my unit, I noticed the icy stone path. I slowed my pace as I cautiously went up to my door. I opened it up and went straight for the heater.

The ground is freezing over. The temperature is dropping. I've been here for 9 months and I arrived in this town at the start of spring. It was a mild winter and a lack of snow, so this year might be promising.

I was excited as I stripped off and turned my shower on. I've never seen snow. Never felt it in my fingers. I hope to wake up to find it snowing. I felt like a little girl on Christmas.

But then my happiness disappeared. I don't know what a little girl feels like on Christmas. I never had that. I went to bed in a foul mood. I could sleep in all day if I wanted. Tomorrow is Sunday. My day off.

Then I suddenly remembered. Percy. Right. I have lunch with Percy.

****

Well, my wish didn't come true. It didn't snow. I pulled on some jeans and a singlet before donning a off the shoulder soft knitted black jumper and doing the buttons up on my coat. I slipped on my scarf and boots and carefully walked the slippery path. With my bag clutched in one armpit, I followed the path the garage.

I opened the door and quickly shut it, unlocking my car. I pressed a button on my keys and the garage door opened. I jumped in the car and started the little beast up.

Thirty minutes later, I was at a cosy restaurant. Their fireplace was lit, the room was warm as I placed my jacket and handbag on the back of my chair.

"This is a nice spot, Percy." I smiled as I looked around.

We chatted about my work, his work, and the cold weather.

Our lunch came and I wasn't even half way through when my phone buzzed.

I groaned as I opened the message.

I need you to come home. It's urgent.

Oliver Black. I could throttle him. I looked up at Percy.

"I'm sorry, Percy. I've got to go." I stood up and took my bag and jacket. "Next Sunday?" I grimaced. I hope he will agree. I like Percy.

"Uh, sure. I'll let you know if I can't."

I nodded as I pulled on my jacket and did the buttons up. I walked out to the cold and tightened my scarf.

The wind was howling and I was pissed. It was my day off. I'm going to kill him.