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?

skipping my classes to sit here and do

my arms over my

on me, which was soon replaced by a look

as

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

I said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word

until I met

seemed to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement

wish for,

What could he mean by that? "Clearly you're

his lips into a thin line,

from being

should be put on

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

when he was standing

up

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

to that cabinet and get all the

crossed his arms over his chest and

find a

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

files, each containing

picked up a few papers from his desk and placed

corrections.Go to my secretary's desk, which will be 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,

moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

and gasped when the files bumped

didn't even realize he

could drop them and placed them on a

he took his blazer off and held it out for

at him in

want everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

could I forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

hell

the area

my God! That's

opened my mouth to say something but shut it again, having

wonder I didn't have a lot of friends

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on the