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.

he really say that? That

classes to sit here and do

my arms over

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

as soon as

were a very docile person.Seems to me

was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a

name until I

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

on the desk and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

What could he mean by

his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was

from being

be put

and I held my breath as he rounded his

finally stopped when he was standing a

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all

his arms over his chest

around in confusion to find a

all the files from

files, each containing a

papers from his desk and placed them on top

right next to my office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer and make these corrections.Print out five copies of each

was too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

without wasting another second, I started walking towards

his deep voice sent my

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped into

realize he had walked

files from my hands before I could drop them and placed

took his blazer off

at him

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered

up 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

hell

the area where I

my God! That's

it again, having no idea

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on the