Changing Chase Bradley

Chapter 5 - First Day Jitters

I was in complete shock. Absolute and total shock. Did that really just happen? Did I just have a wet dream... while I was awake? An awake wet dream? Is that even a thing?

I was snapped out of my trance when the doors started to close. I sprinted out the narrow gap in the door, barely making it out before they closed.

I saw that Chase was way ahead of me, not faltering a step. I took off running in my heels, that I was now totally regretting wearing, to try and catch up to him. Now walking in stride with him, he looked me back before talking.

" We are on the 5th floor." We were now stopped in front of a door. "You must have a key card to get in past this point." He then shoved a key card in my hand. " This is your temporary key card. You will have a time arranged for your picture to be taken for your actual key card. Don't lose this one because if you lose it, you won't get another one and I will have to key you in everywhere we go."

We both scanned in and continued walking and continued to explain every detail of this place. It was mostly set up exactly how my parents business was, but nicer and more efficient. It also helped that the employees here don't look miserable or like they hate themselves.

"The mail room is right here, those offices over there are our department managers. And if we continue down this hallway..." He trailed off as we walked down a narrow hallway before stopping at yet another door.

"Jesus, another fucking door?" I mumbled under my breath.

"Yes, Anna, another fucking door." Chase taunted back , with a scowl on his face.

My breath caught in my throat. I didn't think I spoke loud enough for him to hear that.

"Mr. Bradley, I am so sorry I didn't think..." I trailed off before he keyed into the office and walked away. I went to follow before the door was slammed in my face. I stood there for a second before gathering my thoughts and keying myself in. When I walked in I took in my surroundings.

It was an office, just like any other office. It had Mr. Bradleys' desk, bookshelves, papers stacked mile high on his desk. Behind his desk, there was a huge window that had the most spectacular view. I found myself walking over to the window and admire the view.

I could truly see everything from here. From the city streets, cars buzzing all over to the beach and the ocean. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was determined to have a great first day at work, even if my shirts was drenched with coffee and I said a rude remark to my boss. These things happen right?

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something light being thrown at my head. I turned around quickly and saw Mr. Bradley standing behind me with his arms crossed over his chest and a face filled with no emotions.

"Change your shirt. I'm not having an employee, especially my assistant, wearing clothes with stains on them. I rolled my eyes and bent over to grab the shirt that he threw at my head.

"You couldn't have just... you know, handed this to me?" I said while picking up the shirt.

"No, because I knew that this would get a reaction out of you, Anna." He said with smirk, knowing that what he was doing was bothering me. If I'm being honest, I did have some authority issues. I didn't like being bossed around, especially by someone that just shoved me against an elevator wall and made me think of things I shouldn't mention.

Then an idea popped into my head. It was a dumb, foolish idea... but I knew it would be effective. Boss or not, I needed to show Chase that he couldn't keep treating me like a common whore. If he is going a to keep treating me like a whore at work, I am going to act like one.

Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, I slowly peels it off my body, making sure I paused when it got to the top of my head, before holding my arm out and dropping it on the floor.

Standing there with just my bra, I made eye contact with Chase. His eyes were dark, with lust. His mouth parted slightly in disbelief. Yet, not once did he try and stop me. Almost as if he wanted to say something, but couldn't formulate any words.

I gave a small smile, before reaching to the back of my bra to undo the clasp. This seemed to pop Chase out of the trance he was in as he rushed over and held his hands over mine, to keep the clasp from undoing.

He was so close to me, I could feel his body warmth radiating off of him. One inch forward, and my lips would be on his.

"Ms. Holt, what the hell are you doing?" Chase asked in a rushed breath, his eyes not breaking contact with mine.

"Well, Mr. Bradley, I was getting changed like you asked me too. Is there a problem?" I responded with an innocent smile. He had no idea what to do next.

"Why yes, there is a damn problem. Getting naked in front of me is not what I meant when I said to change. I should fire you right this second for acting like a-" He spike before I cut him off.

"Like a whore?" I finished for him. He let go of my hands and took a step back. I clasped my bra and threw in the new shirt before speaking.

"Isn't that what you think I am though? I danced with you at the club and then let you do whatever that was in the elevator to me. I am not a whore, I am not one of your many conquests. You don't get to assert your manliness on me and expect me to be ok with it."

"I am Anna - God damn - Holt. I am great at my job and don't need a boss like you who thinks that he can play with me, get me to fall for him, and then fire me for being too attached. Dancing at the club was wrong, the elevator too. I thought we were both professional enough to handle that, but I thought wrong. If there is a problem with how you think of me, or how I carry myself then I will have to resign. If not, then better man up and respect me." I finished, almost in awe that I spoke that way to my boss.

Chase stood there, staring at me and taking in what I said. What I wasn't expecting was for him to turn around and walk out of the room, slamming the door behind him.