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.

really say that?

classes to sit here

crossed my arms over my

on me, which was soon replaced by

as soon as it

docile

he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had never

know his name until I met him in

have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly

"You know,’ I shrugged.

true.’’ There was a glint of amusement in his

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm nothing

mean by that? "Clearly

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

away from being fired on my

should be

my breath as

stopped when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files from the first

crossed his arms over his chest

to find a sleek white cabinet in

to it, I collected all the files from the

files, each containing a large bundle of

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

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

wasting another second, I

voice sent my name reverberating all

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped into

he had walked up

before I could drop them and

took his blazer off and held it out

stared at him

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell is

noticed the dampness near the area where I was holding

my God!

mouth to say something but shut it again, having no

wonder I didn't have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock