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.

he really say that? That was so

skipping my classes

my arms over

fell on me, which was soon replaced by a

as soon

said you were a very docile

I said, knowing

even know his name until I met him in

to have

"What kind of stuff?"

his elbows on the desk and leaned

"You know,’ I shrugged.

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

for, Ms.Stewart.I'm

could he mean

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

one step away from being

should be put on

held my

was standing

getting up in fright and

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

go to that cabinet and get all the files

his chest and leaned

around in confusion to find

collected all the files from the first

each containing a large

a few papers from his desk and placed

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

was too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

more authoritative tone.I nodded and without wasting another second, I started walking towards the door while carefully balancing the files in my

stopped moving when his deep voice sent

"Yes?"

gasped when the files bumped into his

he had walked up

files from my hands before I could drop them and

he took his blazer off and held it

at him

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew wide as I remembered that my blouse was

forget that? My cheeks heated up in embarrassment as I took his blazer and slipped into it, inhaling his intoxicated

"Thank you” I muttered.

files up and handed them back to me,

hell is

dampness near the area where I was

God! That's my

my mouth to say something but shut it again, having no idea how

have a lot of

"Mr.Sinclair."

a knock