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

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here

arms over my

my words when his callous look fell on me, which was soon

it was gone as soon as it

you were a very docile person.Seems to

you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well

until I met him in his

seemed to have

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in

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

What could he mean by that? "Clearly

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself

being fired on my very

be

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

he was standing a few inches

involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files

his arms over his chest and leaned against his

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet

it, I collected all the files from the

were five files, each containing a large bundle

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of

desk for the next few weeks.It's right next to my office.Look for these files’ original

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

second, I

moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

when

even realize he had walked up

could drop them and placed them

his blazer off and held it out for

stared at

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

back to me, frowning in the process while

the hell

dampness near the area where I was holding the

my God! That's

shut it again,

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the