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

I'm not skipping my classes to

arms over

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

was gone as soon as

a very docile person.Seems to me he was wrong.’’

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

his name until I

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

could he mean by that?

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

step away from being fired on my very

should be put on

my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

stopped when he was standing a few inches

involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get all the files from the first

crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against

confusion to find a

collected all the files from the first shelf

were five files, each containing a

his desk and placed them on

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

even realize he had walked up

before I could drop them and placed them

his blazer off

at him in

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in the process while looking down at his

the hell

the dampness near the area where I was holding

my God! That's my

it again, having no idea how

I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the