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 was so

I'm not skipping my classes to sit

arms over

words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon replaced by

as soon as it

were a very docile person.Seems to me

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

his name until I met

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

for,

mean by that? "Clearly you're

into a thin line, then took in a deep

from being

be

held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in my

he was standing a few

myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all

over his chest and

turned around in confusion to find a sleek

collected all the files from the first

each containing a

a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of

office.Look for these files’ original

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing

moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into his

he had walked up to

before I could drop them

took his blazer off

stared at

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

them back to me, frowning in

hell

dampness near the area where I was

my God! That's my

something but shut it again, having no idea how

didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on