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

classes to sit here and

crossed my arms

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

gone as soon

were a very docile

was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake

his name until I met

have

"What kind of stuff?"

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

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

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

mean by that? "Clearly

his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took

away from being

be put on

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

he was standing a few inches

getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get

his arms over his chest and leaned

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

I collected all the files from the first shelf

each containing a large

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped into

he had walked

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

his blazer off

stared at him in

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

noticed the dampness near the area

my God! That's my

but shut it again, having no idea

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the