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

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here and do

crossed my arms over

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

gone as soon

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

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

even know his name until

have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his

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

he mean by

learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then

step away from being fired

should be put on

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

stopped when he was standing a few inches

getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from

his chest and leaned

to find a sleek white cabinet in

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

were five files, each containing a

few papers from his desk and placed them on top

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

this time in a more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

when the files bumped into

didn't even realize he had

my hands before I could drop them and placed

blazer off and held it out

stared at him in

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

area where I was

God! That's

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

a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the