Billionaire Nick

A frown formed on his lips as he walked behind his desk and sat in the chair.

I shifted in my position to face him squarely, so he wouldn't see the torn material at the back of my blouse.

All I had to do was get to the bathroom and come up with a solution to fix the shirt.

And if my brain didn't work, I would call Rebekah.

"So I'm supposed to go to Trent, right?"

I asked while taking a step towards the door.

"No.” His eyes narrowed for a moment.

"Why would you?"

"Uh—he said he was supposed to show me around."

"No, Ms.Stewart” he said.

"Trent is a little busy at the moment.So..."

He directed his gaze to the chairs across his desk, motioning for me to sit down.

Letting out a breath, I seated myself in one of the chairs and faced him.

He went back to typing on his laptop and I thought he would say something after finishing some work, but half an hour passed and I was just sitting in the same spot, doing nothing.

I cleared my throat to get his attention but he just kept looking at the screen.

Was he doing that intentionally? 

"Mr.Sinclair?" I finally spoke.

He looked up from his laptop.

"Yes, Ms.Stewart?"

"Is there something I can do for you?" I asked.

"Not at the moment."

And with that, he went back to typing again.

Another fifteen minutes passed.

"Mr. Sinclair?" I called again.

He let out a breath.

"Yes?"

"Is there something I can do for you?"

"No—"

"I can fetch your coffee? Or send e-mails? Or go out to get someone in case you don't feel like using the phone?"

"Not really." I frowned.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He thought for a moment.

"Yes." My eyes lit up.

"What?"

"Sit quietly."

My jaw dropped.

that?

I'm not skipping my classes to

arms over my

words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look of

as

were a very docile person.Seems

said, knowing

until I met him in

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a

what you wish for,

he mean by that? "Clearly

actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then

away from being fired on

should be

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

when he was standing a few

up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get

his

around in confusion to find a sleek white

files from the first

containing a

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top

few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

when his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into

didn't even realize he had

the files from my hands before I could

took his blazer off and held it

stared at him

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking

the hell is

area where I was holding

God! That's

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to

didn't have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock