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?

classes to sit here and do

arms over

on me,

was gone as soon

very docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

knowing

until I met him in

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a

"You know,’ I shrugged.

really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

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

being

be

I held my

finally stopped when he was standing a few inches

involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all

crossed his arms over his chest and

find a sleek

over to it, I collected all the files from the

containing a large bundle

few papers from his desk and placed them on

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 and arrange them in order like these

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

and without wasting another second, I started

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

realize he had walked up to

could drop them and placed them on

blazer off and held it

at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse

heated up in embarrassment as I

"Thank you” I muttered.

and handed them back to me, frowning in the process

the hell

area where I

God!

mouth to say something but shut it again, having

have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on