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

my classes

arms

fell on me, which was soon replaced by a look

as

very docile person.Seems to me

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing

didn't even know his name until I met him

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in his eyes once

wish for,

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

pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep

from being fired on

should be

up from his spot and I held my breath

when he was

found myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files from the

over his chest and leaned against his

in confusion to find a sleek

files from the first shelf and

each containing

and placed them on

next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into his

he had walked up to

could drop them and placed

blazer off and held

at him

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

forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as

"Thank you” I muttered.

picked the files up and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down at

hell is

the area where I was

God! That's

it again, having no idea how

didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the