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.

that?

I'm not skipping my classes to sit here and

crossed my arms over my

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

it was gone as

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

knowing well that Blake had never said a word

name until

to have caught his

"What kind of stuff?"

desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing like

mean

company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath

being fired on

should be

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

when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all the files from the

crossed his arms over his chest and leaned

confusion to find

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

each containing a large

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

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

too dumbfounded

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

moving when his deep voice

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped

he had walked up to

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

took his blazer off and held it

at

to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

to me,

hell is

the area where I was holding the bundle

God!

it again, having no

have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock