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 was so

skipping my classes

arms over

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

as soon

were a very docile

said, knowing well that Blake had never said a word about him

until I met him

to have caught

"What kind of stuff?"

elbows on the desk and leaned forward, suddenly showing

"You know,’ I shrugged.

of amusement in his eyes once more and a slight smirk forming on his

what you wish for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

he mean by that? "Clearly you're

something at his company.’ He pressed his lips into a thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from lashing out at

step away from being fired on my very

be

spot and I held my breath as

he was standing a few inches

myself involuntarily getting up in fright

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

that cabinet and get all the

his arms over his chest and leaned

confusion to find

I collected all the files from the first shelf and walked back

files, each containing a

few papers from his desk and placed them on top of the

have all the 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 of each and arrange them in order

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

when the files

he had walked up

my hands before I could drop them and placed them

blazer off and held it

at

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

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

"Thank you” I muttered.

up and handed them back to me, frowning

hell is

the area where I was holding the bundle

my God! That's my

say something but shut it again,

I didn't have a lot

"Mr.Sinclair."

was a knock on the