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

not skipping my classes

arms over

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

gone as soon as it

were a very docile person.Seems

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

even know his name until I

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

What could he mean by that?

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

step away from being fired on

be put on

I held my breath as he rounded

stopped when he was standing a few inches

found myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get

his chest and leaned against his

find a sleek white cabinet in the

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

each containing a

picked up a few papers from his 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

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

another second, I started

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped

even realize he had

my hands before I could drop them and placed

blazer off and held it out

stared at

your wardrobe glitch.”My

I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me,

hell

the dampness near the area

my God!

shut it again, having

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock