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 so

not skipping my classes

crossed my arms over my

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

it was gone as soon as

very docile person.Seems to

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake

his name until

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk

what you wish for,

What could he mean

his lips into a thin line, then took in a

being fired on my very

should be put

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

when he was standing a

myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the

over his chest and

in confusion to find a

files from the first shelf and walked back

five files, each containing

up a few papers from his desk and placed them

to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each and arrange them in order like

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second,

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around

"Yes?"

when the

he had

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

blazer off and

stared at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide

as I took his blazer and

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in

the hell is

area where I was holding

my God!

something but shut it again, having no idea how to confess

I didn't have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the