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?

my classes to sit

my arms over

on me, which was soon replaced by a

it was gone as

you were a very docile

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never

even know his name until I met him in his

have

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in

you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

mean by that?

was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself

step away from being

be put

held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk

finally stopped when he was standing

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the

over his

find a sleek white

all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

each containing a large bundle of

papers from his desk and placed them on

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 of

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards

stopped moving when his deep voice

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped

he had

before I could

he took his blazer off

stared at him in

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning

hell

dampness near the area where I was

God!

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

a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on