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

crossed my arms

callous look fell on me,

as soon as it

very docile

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

didn't even know his name until

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

placed his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest in

"You know,’ I shrugged.

amusement in his eyes once more and a slight

wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

he mean by

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

one step away from being fired on my

should be put

I held my breath as

was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the files from the

arms over his

confusion to find a sleek white cabinet in the

it, I collected all the files from

five files, each containing a large

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

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 of each and arrange them in order like these files.Am I

was too dumbfounded to

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

wasting another second, I started walking towards

when his deep voice sent my name reverberating

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped

he had walked up to

could drop them and placed them on a nearby

he took his blazer off and held it

stared at him in

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

heated up in embarrassment as I took his

"Thank you” I muttered.

the files up and handed them back to me, frowning

hell

dampness near the area where I

God!

but shut it again,

have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock