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? That

classes to sit

arms

callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced

was gone as soon as

a very docile person.Seems to

knowing well that Blake had

didn't even know his name until

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean by that? "Clearly you're

actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line,

being

be

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

was standing a few

up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all

his arms over his chest and

find

files

each containing

few papers from his desk and placed

be your desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards

when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped into

even realize he had walked up

hands before I could drop them and placed them on

took his blazer off and held it

stared at

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

in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

the dampness near the area where I was

God! That's my

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

I didn't have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the