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.

that? That

I'm not skipping my classes to sit

crossed my arms over

callous look fell on me, which was

it was gone as soon

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

his name until

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in

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

he mean by

into a thin line, then took

one step away from being fired on

be

his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his

stopped when he was standing

up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the

his chest and leaned against

in confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

over to it, I collected all the files

containing a large bundle

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

weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each and arrange them in order

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

My feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped into his

he had walked up to

the files from my hands before I could drop them and placed them on

blazer off and held it out for

stared at him

you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide

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.

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

the hell is

the dampness near the area

my God!

it

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock