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 was so

skipping my classes to sit here and

arms over my

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

it was gone as

docile

about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a

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

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

stuff.Stuff that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

his lips into a thin line, then took

one step away from being fired on

should be put

held my breath as he rounded

finally stopped when he was standing a few inches

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files

his chest and leaned against his

turned around in confusion to find a sleek

the files from the first

containing a large

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle

weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully

moving when his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the

even realize he

my hands before I could drop them and placed them

blazer off and held it out

stared at him in

it, unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me,

the hell is

near the area where

God!

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

have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on