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 was so

classes to sit

crossed my arms over my

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

was gone as

very docile person.Seems to

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

his name until I met him in his

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

you wish for,

could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

thin line, then took in a

being fired

should be

held my breath as he rounded his desk

was standing a

involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all the files

crossed his arms over his chest

in confusion to find a

all the files from the first shelf and walked

were five files, each containing a

and placed them

the corrections.Go to 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 copies of

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files

didn't even realize he had walked up to

before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

took his blazer off and held it

stared at

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

picked the files up and handed them back to me,

hell is

the area where I was

God!

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

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the