Changing Chase Bradley

Chapter 3- You're Not Special

Saturday, the day after the interview, Jackson and I were at my apartment sitting there and splurging out on sweets. Jackson let out a deep, throaty laugh. I laughed in return, digging my spoon into my tub of chocolate peanut butter ice cream.

"Wait, are you serious? You actually told him off like that? Damn Anna, who knew you had it in you sis." I nodded my head, knowing that despite my bold personality I was never one to stand up for myself.

Smiling to my self I topped off the last bit of ice cream before getting up and walking to the kitchen. I threw the empty container in the trash and walked back over to the living room. Jackson and I talked for a couple of minutes before there was a knock on my door. Looking at Jackson with the same confused look that he had on his face, I got up and walked to open up the door. 

Opening the door to a, may I say, devilishly handsome looking Mr. Bradley, standing there with a smug look on his face. My face changed into a look of surprise.

"Good evening, Anna. May I come in?" He spoke, his raspy voice doing things to my body that it shouldn't be doing. Without waiting for a response, he stepped through the door and took in the view of my apartment.

"Uh, Mr. Bradley. Not to be rude, but what are you doing here on a Saturday afternoon?" I asked, closing the front door and walking over to meet him where he was standing in the entranceway.

"I just came to drop off some devices that you will be required to have and run over some of the ground rules of being my personal assistant." He spoke, the authority present in his voice. Though I didn't want an didn't know why he was here, I wasn't going to argue.

On the kitchen counter, he set down a pager, a laptop, and a iPhone. All of the devices had Bradley Ind. engraved on them. Pointing to each one he starts to explain each one and what they are for.

"This is a pager, obviously. You need to have it on you at all times at the office and I expect you to always answer me right away. The laptop has all the companies information. Things such as policies and our books are on here. This information is for your eyes and your eyes only. It is to be brought to work and home everyday. As for the phone, this is your work phone. My personal, office, and home phone numbers are the only numbers programmed on here. You are not to call or text anyone other than me off of this phone. Understood?" 

I took all the information in before nodding and speaking a "Yes, Mr. Bradley." 

"Please, Anna, call me Chase." He spoke with a slight smile on is face. I stood there and stared at him, probably looking like an idiot. I was trying to see myself from drooling at his appearance. He was wearing a casual black long sleeved sweater, dark jeans, and brown boots. He looked perfect.

Before I was caught staring at him, I broke the silence by clearing my throat.

"Alright, well I should be going now. Just thought I would stop by and drop those off." Chase stated before walking to the door. I followed behind him and put my hand on the door waiting for him to exit. After exiting, he turned around and looked at me.

"As for you, Anna, you enjoy the rest of your weekend." He spoke. Before I could even reply, he was walking towards the exit.

I closed the door and walked back to the living room, where Jackson sat with a big smile on his face. Ignoring him, I sat down and watched whatever was on the tv. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jackson was still looking at me with that smile.

I rolled my eyes and looked at him. "What is your deal?"

"Oh, I don't know. I just find it strange that your hot ass boss would come to your apartment, on a Saturday night, to do something that he easily could've done on Monday at work." He spoke, crossing his arms at the end for emphasis.