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?

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

arms over

on me, which was soon replaced by

it was gone as soon as it

a very docile

said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about

even know his name until I met

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

he mean by that? "Clearly

into a thin line,

from being fired on

be put on

his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk

stopped when he was standing a

getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

his chest and leaned against his

find a sleek white cabinet in the

it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

each containing a

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

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

too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the

he

I could drop them and placed them

his blazer off and held it

at him

notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me, frowning in the process while

hell

area where I was holding the bundle

God!

to say something but shut it again, having no idea

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on