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.

he really say that? That was so

classes

crossed my arms

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

it was gone as

docile

said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word

even know his name until I

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping

step away from being

should be

got up from his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk

he was standing

myself involuntarily getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from

over his chest and leaned

to find a

files from the first

five files, each containing a

and placed them on top of the bundle

for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around the

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped into his

he had walked up to

the files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on a nearby

he took his blazer off and held it out

at him

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 took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell

the dampness near the area

God! That's my

say something but shut it again, having no idea how

a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on