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

I'm not skipping my classes to sit

my arms

fell on

as

you were a very docile person.Seems to me he

said stuff about you.Guess he was wrong,’’ I said, knowing well that Blake had

even know his name until I met

have

"What kind of stuff?"

leaned forward, suddenly showing interest

"You know,’ I shrugged.

a glint of amusement in his eyes once more and a

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

mean by that? "Clearly you're

thin line, then took in a deep breath like he was stopping himself from

from being fired on my very

be put on

his spot and I held my breath as he rounded his

stopped when he was standing a few

found myself involuntarily getting up in fright and facing

"Turn around."

My eyes grew wide.

"What?"

get all

his chest and leaned

confusion to find a sleek white

over to it, I collected all the files from

were five files, each containing a large bundle

up a few papers from his desk and placed them on

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

too

"Am I clear, Ms.Stewart?"

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

feet stopped moving when his deep voice sent my name

"Yes?"

turned around and gasped when the files bumped into his

he

before I could drop them and placed them

off and

stared at him in

everyone to notice your wardrobe glitch.”My eyes grew

could I forget that? My cheeks heated 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,

hell is

near the area

my God! That's

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

have a

"Mr.Sinclair."

knock on