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 was

skipping my classes to sit here and do

my arms over my

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

as soon

a very docile person.Seems to

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

didn't even know his name until I

to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from

being fired on my very first

be

I held my breath as he rounded his desk

was

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files

crossed his arms over his

to find a sleek white cabinet in

files from the first shelf

files, each containing a large bundle of

from his desk and placed them

next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions

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

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

he

the files from my hands before I could

took his blazer off and

stared at him

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

and handed them back to me, frowning

the hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding the

God!

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

have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on