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

my arms over

callous look fell on me, which was

it was gone as soon as

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

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

his name until I

seemed to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

stuff.Stuff that I really wish was true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a

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

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

was actually learning something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing

from being fired on my

should be put on

from his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his

finally stopped when he was standing a

up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from

his

find a sleek white cabinet in

I collected all the files

five files, each containing a large bundle

desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

my secretary's desk, 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 and make these corrections.Print out five copies

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

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

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files

realize he had walked up to

hands before I could drop them and placed them

he took his blazer off and held it out for

at

it, unless you want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in

the hell

dampness near the area where I was holding the

God!

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no

a lot of friends in

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock