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.

he really say that? That was

skipping my classes to sit

crossed my arms over my

his callous look fell on me,

gone as

were a very docile person.Seems to me

about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake

even know his name until I met him in

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

mean by that? "Clearly

He pressed his lips into a thin

one step away from being fired on my very first

be put

and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to

was standing a few inches

getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all

his arms over his chest and

confusion to find a sleek

it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and

files, each containing a large bundle

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

have all the corrections.Go to my secretary's desk, which will be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files in my

moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into his

didn't even realize he

could drop them and

took his blazer off and held

at him in

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

could I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in

hell

the area where I was holding the

God!

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no

didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on