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 was so

my classes to sit here

arms over

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

gone as soon

very docile person.Seems to me

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

name until I

have

"What kind of stuff?"

and leaned forward,

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

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

away from being fired on

should be put on

held my breath as he rounded his

finally stopped when he was

found myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files

his chest and leaned

confusion to find

it, I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

were five files, each containing a large

from his desk and

office.Look for these files’ original versions on her computer

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the

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

"Yes?"

around and gasped when the files bumped

didn't even realize he

grabbed the files from my hands before I could drop

blazer off and held

at him in

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

handed them back to me, frowning in

hell

the dampness near the area where I was holding

my God!

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how

wonder I didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the