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.

say that? That

my classes to sit

crossed my arms over

fell on me, which

was gone as soon as

were a very docile person.Seems to me

knowing well that Blake had never

didn't even know his name until I met him in

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

could he mean by that? "Clearly

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 from lashing out

one step away from being fired on

be put on

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his

when he was standing a

involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the files from

over his chest and leaned against his

around in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

over to it, I collected all the files from

each containing a large

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second, I started

when his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped

he had

hands before I could drop them

took his blazer off and held it

at

wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

dampness near the area

God! That's my

shut it again, having no idea

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock