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.

really say that? That was

my classes to

my arms

when his callous look fell on

as soon

said you were a very docile person.Seems to me he was

also said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said

know his name until I met him in his

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

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

What could he mean by that?

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

from being

be

my breath as he rounded his desk

finally stopped when he was standing a few inches

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the

his chest and leaned

find a sleek white cabinet in

all the files from the first shelf

files, each containing

up a few papers from his desk and placed

to my office.Look for

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when

even realize he had

the files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on a

blazer off and held it

stared at him

unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning in the process while

the hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where

God! That's my

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how to confess something so

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on