His Demands (5 page)

Shooting Angel a hateful look, she
brushed her hand through her hair and took another sip of wine. As she set her
glass down and eased to her feet, she unzipped her dress on purpose, exposing
way too much of her cleavage and puffed her hair. “Does this look like a prude
to you?”

Easing back in her chair, Angel
swung her arm over the back and surveyed her friend. “With a little work on
your swagger maybe not.”

“So bad.
You’re so very bad.”

“As I told you, you love me. Now go.
If you’re not back in fifteen minutes I’m taking chocolate laced man over there
home with me. Work it and think of Saturday.”

Kaela noticed Angel’s not so subtle
come-fuck-me
stare and had to admit, the
man was sexy as… Whew, it was getting hot in the place.
Sizzling
in fact.
“Deal.”

“About time.
Go get ‘em tiger.”

Taking a step back from the table,
she bumped into not one but two men and blushed.

“Mmm…baby, you wanna dance?”

His voice was gruff and the second
she looked into his eyes and then down at his face and body she shivered.
And not in the good way.
Smiling politely, she only managed
to shake her head before sidestepping into the darkness.
You can do this. You can. You’re a big girl and you can find a hunk and
take him home with you.
Like this pep talk was going to do any real good.
Laughing softly, Kaela moved toward the perimeter of the club, scoping any and
every available man.

Adjusting her zipper, she exposed
just a bit more cleavage, yet not enough to get her arrested. In a flash, she
took on a look she’d seen in several “B” rated bombshell flicks, swaying her
hips as she turned her head from side to side. Yeah, she was garnering
attention all right, from wagging tongues and short, snappy whistles. Sadly,
Kaela wasn’t certain the rather curious looks from men and women alike wasn’t
more about the fact she looked like a moron attempting to strut in heels that
just might kill her.

“Whoa,
baby. Bring it on over here.”

“Come
on and dance with me, sugar.”

“You’re
hot. Wanna play?”

So the stellar pick up lines weren’t
so amazing. Kaela was very careful where and how she was walked as she walked a
complete circle around what she now considered a joint. Or maybe she needed a
joint. The truly scandalous thought gave her a giggle, which she was trying her
best to suppress. Slapping her hand over her mouth, she almost stumbled from
the slick floor. This was ridiculous. She wasn’t some hot mama in search of the
next conquest.

No, she was a professional
businesswoman with a Vice Presidency position to achieve and staying out late
on a weeknight just might get her fired.
Or
laid
.
“Shut up!” she hissed under her breath.
Kaela wrinkled her nose. This wasn’t just way out of her league. This was
bordering on ridiculous.

Turning in a full circle, even the
admiring looks from the few men who managed to look decent enough wasn’t
enough. Kaela tossed her hair back in defiance and shoved her way through the
crowd toward where she thought their table was. After being groped and prodded,
she managed to move into an open space. Funny how being felt up by a group of
strangers made her all excited.

When she neared the table she frowned.
As expected, Angel was nowhere to be found, probably drooling all over some
incredible guy or five. Had it really been more than fifteen minutes? A quick
glance at her watch confirmed thirteen. Well, who was counting?

Eyeing Angela’s half full drink, she
casually moved toward the table, wrapping her hand around the base of the glass.
As she brought the frothy looking concoction to her mouth, she licked around
the rim and closed her eyes. Maybe a fantasy was indeed much better than any
reality, at least her own. She sipped the drink and drowned out the reverberations
of pumping bass as she envisioned Broden, completely naked and lying on a
bearskin rug.

“Mmm…” She knew she was swaying back
and forth to her own music, something so provocative even Josh Grobin would
blush. The moment of quiet reverence was so intimate, so
personal,
she could swear she felt a hot breath shimmying across her neck. Shivering to
her crimson painted toes, Kaela thought about his voice, the sultry tone and
deep vibe and was completely turned into mush. Now she knew fantasies were
oh-so-much better than any concept of truth with a man. Men sucked. Well a few
more minutes of sinful thoughts
was
the least she
could give herself before going home.

“Ms. Bryson. You look incredible
tonight.”

“Why thank you. I wanted to look
especially hot for you,” Kaela purred, pushing
herself
out of her comfort zone.

“And
I must admit,
you do
. The dress is particular unusual for such a demure woman. However
I must admit I do enjoy seeing the change in your demeanor. Perhaps there is a
roaring big cat under all the shades of blue and gray.”

“Why thank you. I think I’m ready to
slip out of this confining dress and languish over a thick cock.” Had she
actually said the words out loud? Giggling, she knew she had and who gave a
shit? The music would keep her tawdry words from any interloping ears. “Mmm…” A
thought dawned on her. Who actually used the word demure in a heated daydream?
She inhaled deeply and the incredible tangy and yet very earth scent was to die
for and… Fuck…me… Swallowing hard, Kaela opened her eyes slowly and for a few
seconds prayed to some God she was anywhere but in the middle of one hot club,
dancing and talking to herself. Or was she?

“Beautiful and
sexy.
You’re a
sassy little present to unwrap, layer by layer.”

And now she knew she was in hell.
Broden.
Oh my fucking God!
The nasty words
weren’t going to make him go away or her
pussy clench
any less. Her boss, aka jerk-off, was right behind her. Gulping, she whisked
her hand through her hair and exhaled. All thoughts about seduction flew out
the window. She was utterly freaking terrified here. “Um, thank you I guess.”

“No need to guess. You are.
More than beautiful in truth.”
Broden took a single finger
and eased her long hair back from one shoulder, exposing her shoulder.

She was vaguely aware he had lowered
his head, allowing the sizzling breath to sweep over her naked skin. The effect
was instantaneous. Her nipples were so hard she was honestly certain the force
had pushed her zipper all the way down to her belly button. Was he trying to
butter her up for Saturday? Make certain she’d work the deal? Resisting snapping
at him, she shifted to her other foot, both her legs quavering. “Thank you
again. Do you come here often?”
Slumming
and searching for the latest notch on your belt?

“If you mean to ask if I came
looking for a woman, the answer is yes,” Broden’s voice was full of a sensual
husk.

Figures.
Plastering a haughty look on her
face, she turned around. “Well, then I guess you’ve come to the right place. I
was just leaving.” Placing the now empty glass down on the table, she hugged
her purse to her side and took two steps away from the table, determined not to
give him the satisfaction of looking back.

“Pity.”

Did he just say pity? The word
stopping her short, Kaela tilted her head.
“Meaning?”

Broden’s eyes flashed as he closed
the distance to her, brushing his hand down from her cheek to her neck,
flicking the tip of his index finger under her chin. “Yes, pity. I was looking
for the hottest woman I know, the only woman who can embroil me and feed my
hunger.” He allowed the words to linger.

Kaela knew she must be panting like
a wild dog but she remained silent. What was he going to say? What would she
say back? What could happen if… My God, a prom queen she’d never been. This man
managed to crawl under her skin so far she wasn’t able to distinguish between
night and day, except night was meant for all thing kinky.
Get a grip.

“That woman would be you.”

There was something about the look
in his eyes, both demanding and heartfelt, yet for a moment she wanted to roar
at him. The longer he stood watching her, simply studying her every move, the
more she zoomed into a vacuum, her heart racing. This had to be a game and she
was getting angrier by the minute. Glancing over his shoulder, she attempted to
concentrate on anything or anyone else in the room.
The ugly men.
The dance floor.
The
waitress crawling on top of the bar.
Why was it she couldn’t seem to
focus on anything?
Broden.
Sexy.
Magnanimous.
The scent of him.
The incredible look of him.
His
eyes.
Yep. She was swooning. This just couldn’t happen. “Mr. MacGruder…”

“Broden.
Please.” He held out his hand,
leaning in closer. “I think we’ve moved past the majority of levels of
formality. Don’t you? Besides, we have to appear on friendly terms Saturday
night.”

Tilting her head down
she
scrutinized his hand, his very masculine, carved hand.
Her little voice screamed at her to race away. But she couldn’t. He was right
on both counts. “Yes.”

“Then
come
dance with me.” Broden crowded her space, inching closer still until he stood
barely two inches from her. Lowering his arm slowly, he brushed his fingers
across hers, finally intertwining them, the hold full of domination.

She wasn’t getting away from him.
And then again, she didn’t want to. The music more like a jungle beat on
steroids, she was taken aback, but she tentatively took his hand, swearing
there must be a serious catch to his offer. They’d shaken hands before, many
times, but this touch, this intense grasp was nothing but a jolt of
electricity. The current went straight into her pussy.

Broden’s eyes never left her he
pulled her close, slipping his arm around her waist. Holding her other hand and
intertwining their fingers, he inhaled as he lowered his head.

Anticipating a fast dance, Kaela was
pleasantly surprised when he held her against the heat of his body, swaying
both of them back and forth. The scent of him, the raw levels of testosterone
had to match intense feminine fragrance. She had no idea what the effect of
pheromones did, but she had a feeling she was going to find out. As he twirled
her in a gentle circle, easing them both away from the crowd, he nuzzled into
her ear. Passing out wasn’t an option.

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve
wanted to do this,” Broden breathed, brushing his hand up and down her spine.

“No, I…” Kaela closed her eyes,
allowing every dazzling sensation to rush through her. Her nature to push back
and retort, what few men knew about her was that she was a closet submissive. Once
she’d been almost completely open and after shutting down and moving away from
Baltimore, she’d pushed the thought aside, living a very vanilla life. Only
recently had started spending hours reading blogs and articles on D/s relationships
and for her, the ultimate in trust was one of being owned and so uninhibited
with someone. But God, the concept of trust horrified her. Sadly she didn’t
think she’d ever be that open again, not with any man.

Broden growled, allowing the sound
to linger before moving his head back and darting his gaze across her face.
“You’re an incredible woman. What’s not to crave?”

“What about business?”

Broden nodded and seemed to stiffen.
“You’re right. We should talk about how we’re going to finalize the contract,
but tomorrow. Not tonight.”

He was completely bypassing the very
rule he’d imposed. Of course her honestly and conservative self was going to
ruin what could be the best night of passion she’d had in a long time. She
needed and deserved to let go, enjoy the company of a man. Doing so in no way
was going to push her into anything. Then again, she all but announced she
wanted to seduce him. “What about your rules about dating?” Stiffening, she
pressed her hand against his chest, pushing to gain at least a few inches
between them.

“Rules?”

“Yes, no dating or
termination.”

Broden chuckled.
“Stop.
Now.”

Kaela hadn’t been expecting the
utter tone of domination in his voice, not here anyway.
“Stop?”

“You heard me. I said stop. You’re
forgetting something,” Broden said as he turned her in another circle, his hand
easing down to cup her ass.

“Oh!” The squeal was unexpected. So
was his hand kneading her
buttocks.
Remain calm and find the closet exit
.
Why was a trickle of pure sweat racing down her back? This wasn’t sweet girl
perspiration glisten. This was full-blown, smelly sweat.

“Good. You’re capable of listening.”
Cupping the side of her face, Broden remained quiet for a few seconds. “You
forget. I own the company and I get to make the rules and change then as I see
fit.” Capturing her mouth, he yanked her against him, instantly pushing his
tongue past her lips.