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? That

my classes to sit here

crossed my arms over

look fell on me, which was soon replaced by

gone as soon as it

were a very docile person.Seems

knowing well that

know his name until I met him in

have

"What kind of stuff?"

elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

was a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and

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

mean by that? "Clearly

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

from being fired on my very

be

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

stopped when he was standing a few inches

getting up in

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get

over his chest

to find a sleek

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked

files, each containing a

from his desk and placed them on top of the bundle in my

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

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name reverberating all around

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the

he had walked up

could drop them

blazer off and held it out for

at

your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse

heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped

"Thank you” I muttered.

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

the hell

near the area where

my God! That's my

it

have a lot of friends in high

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock on