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 was

not skipping my classes to sit here and do

crossed my arms over

fell on me, which was soon replaced

gone as soon

were a very docile person.Seems to

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

know his name until I met him

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

he mean by

lips into a thin line, then took in a

being fired on my very first

be put

my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in my

when he was

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from

crossed his arms over his

to find a sleek white cabinet in the

over to it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

containing a large bundle

desk and placed them on top of the

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 copies

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

without wasting another second,

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

gasped when the

didn't even realize he had walked up to

grabbed the files from my hands before I could drop them

blazer off and held it out

at

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

that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while

hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding the

God! That's

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on