The Journalist and Brad

The journalist and brad chapter one

'Here's my number and my email' I shouted to brad over the roaring music in the club. This wasn't the best place to do business with someone.

'Email? Who uses email anymore?' Brad winked.

'Brad..this isn't no date this Is serious stuff ..I really want to do an interview for the magazine...it will be a hit with the girl fans' I tried to sound mature even though I was the same age as Brad...eighteen.

'Okay babe, can't wait to do business with you' brad winked again.

He air kissed my cheek and walked back. This is for my job but I just ...Eugh..wish he was mine...just to spend time with him..and wish i could do business with him like how he made it sound to be.

I woke up in the morning with a voicemail...it was from Brad

HEY I WAS WONDERING IF YOU WANTED TO DO THE INTERVIEW AT MY HOUSE? I..I THINK IT MIGHT BE EASIER FOR BOTH OF US...AND NOW ITS REALLY HARD FOR ME TO GET OUT THE HOUSE WITH FANS EVERYWHERE...IF YOU DIDNT MIND...PLEASE GET BACK TO ME...THANKS BABE'

What is Brad playing at...he called me babe...and wants me to do it at his house...I know he can get out the house...his cars all blacked out and it's parked where no one could possibly see it. Ah well I do like Brad...but I need to do my job. I quickly text back Brad 'hey, I'll be over yours at 7pm Wednesday, Thankyou for doing this' After I quickly called the manager at teen magazine to let them know I got the interview. Why was I nervous ...I've met Brad before...but not alone at his house...he's so hot and how will I contain myself...Eugh it's just for my job..come on.