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?

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here

arms over my

my words when his callous look fell on me, which was

was gone as soon as it

very docile person.Seems to me he was

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said

know his name until I met him in his

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself

away from being

should be put on

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

he was standing a few inches

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all the files from the

his arms over his chest

turned around in confusion to find

all the files from the first shelf and walked back

containing a large

a few papers from his desk and placed them on top

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

even realize he had walked up to

from my hands before I could drop them

took his blazer off and held it out for

at

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

heated up in embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

near the area where

my God! That's

shut it again, having no

I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the