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

skipping my classes to sit here

arms over

callous look fell on me,

it was gone as

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

was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

even know his name until

have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in a

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

pressed his lips into a thin line, then

one step away from being fired

be put on

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

when he was standing a few

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

his chest and leaned

find a sleek

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back to

were five files, each containing

up a few papers from his desk and placed them

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

stopped moving when his deep voice

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped

even realize he had walked up to

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

his blazer off and held it

stared at him

glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

and handed them back to me, frowning in the process while looking down at

hell

the dampness near the area where I was

God!

something but shut it again, having no idea how to confess something so

I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock