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

classes

arms over

his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced

gone as soon as it

docile person.Seems to me he

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

didn't even know his name until I met him in

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

amusement in

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

could he mean by

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

step away from being

should be

my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

was standing a few

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from

crossed his arms over his chest and

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white

over to it, I collected all the files from

files, each containing a

and placed them on top of the bundle in

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 out five

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second,

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

"Yes?"

and gasped when

he had walked up to

I could drop them and

he took his blazer off and held

stared at

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

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I

"Thank you” I muttered.

me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

hell

dampness near the area where I was holding the

my God!

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

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the