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.

really say that? That

my classes to sit here and

my arms over

fell on

as soon

you were a very docile

also said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had

his name until I met him

have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

he mean by that?

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

being fired on my very first

should be

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk

finally stopped when he was

up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the

over his chest and leaned against

turned around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in

over to it, I collected all the files from

each containing a large bundle

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

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 each and arrange them in order

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files

voice sent

"Yes?"

gasped when

realize he had walked

files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them

he took his blazer off and held it out for

at

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

My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

dampness near the area where I was

God! That's my

shut it again, having no idea how to

have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on