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

not skipping my classes

crossed my arms

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

it was gone as

a very docile person.Seems to me he was

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

even know his name until I met him in

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more

wish for,

mean by

lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing out

from being fired on

should be put

spot and I held my breath as he rounded his

when he was standing

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

and get

his chest and leaned

confusion to find

the files from the first shelf and walked back to

each containing a large bundle of

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

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 dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

didn't even realize he had walked

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

blazer off and

at him

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as

in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it,

"Thank you” I muttered.

up and handed them back to me, frowning

hell

near the area where I

my God! That's

mouth to say something but shut it again, having

a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on