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 so

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here and

arms

on me, which was soon replaced

it was gone as soon as

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

stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had

until I met him in his

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a futile

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

could he mean by that?

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

away from being fired on my very first

should be

his spot and I held my breath

when he was standing

myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

to find

all the files from the first shelf and walked back

files, each containing

his desk and placed

for

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

another second,

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

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when

he had

files from my hands before I could

blazer off and held it out

stared at him in

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding the

my God! That's my

mouth to say something but shut it

a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock