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.

that?

not skipping my classes to sit

crossed my arms over my

fell on me, which was soon replaced by

as soon as

were a very docile person.Seems to

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing

even know his name until

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

you wish for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was

step away from being fired on my

be

got up from his spot and I held my breath as

when he was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the

his chest and

around in confusion to find a sleek white

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back

each containing a

desk and placed them

to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each and

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second,

when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files

even realize he had walked

hands before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

off and held it out

stared at

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

cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

the area where I was holding

God! That's my

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

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock