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.

say that? That was so

my classes to

arms

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

gone as soon as

very docile person.Seems to me he was

knowing well that Blake had never said a

until I met him in his

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

What could he mean

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

from being fired

be

I held my breath as he rounded his desk to walk in

finally stopped when he was standing

involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the files from

over his chest and leaned

confusion to find a sleek

all the files from the

containing a

desk and

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

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I

deep voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

he had walked up to

before I could drop them and placed them

he took his blazer off

at

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell is

the dampness near the area where I

God! That's

shut it again, having no idea how to confess something

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock