His Demands Read Free

“Because I need to know who my top players are, the ones who will
work side by side with me, completely and utterly loyal. And because I know you
seem to have a problem with me.”
    “Problem, sir?” So her voice held an edge. She
could tell Broden was goading her.
    “Yes, problem. Don’t you like me, Kaela?” The
timbre of his voice deep and husky, he gazed down the length of her.
    Was he actually undressing her with
his eyes, seeing the ugly white bra and matching granny panties? Hell yes, he
was. Bastard. Now she was pissed. Time for Victoria’s Secret. Taking
a long stride forward, she placed her hands on her hips and tilted back her
head. Thank God she’d worn her three-inch heels today. She could almost look
him in the eyes. Almost. “Sir, I have no problem with
men who garner respect and know how to treat women, both in business and in
pleasure. But assholes, I kick to the curb.” Holy fuck! You did not just say that to your boss . A single bead of
perspiration trickled down the side of her face.
    “Hmmm…” Moving from behind his desk
he walked toward her, his eyes never leaving her face. When he drew near, he
stopped just a few inches from her.
    Kaela had never been so
uncomfortable in her life. Every nervous tick she could have she did and for a
few seconds there had to be some kind of a vacuum in the room, sucking out all
her air and her nerve. She was nothing but a deflated blob of flesh. But she
stood her ground, tilting her head back.
    “Well, interesting and I agree.”
Broden walked around her in a complete circle before stopping in front.
Inhaling deeply, he cocked his head and very slowly reached his hand out, the
tip of a finger pushing back a stray strand of hair from her face. “Women are
very precious, treasures in both business and moments of intimacy. I for one love women of all flavors. I also enjoy when they
realize their place.”
    “Their place?” Huffing, she glared at him and if
she could have spit fire and hell, she would have. “Their place?” she repeated,
venom lacing the few words.
    “Yes. Their
place.” As if a challenge drawn in the sand, his eyes twinkled.
    Rearing back, she reacted on
instinct, cold cocking him in the gut.
    Reeling, he took a tumbled step
backward and shook his head, the grin never changing.
    “Oh…shit…” Kaela whispered. Now she
was flat out sweating.
    “Yes.” Broden shook his head and
took a giant stride toward her, crowding her space. “You’re intelligent as well
as beautiful. Perhaps a little rough around the edges, but a diamond in the
rough no less.”
    So his accent was enough to melt her
into a puddle of goo, but the cut-down was intolerable. “I beg your pardon?”
    “Willful. Opinionated. Ballsy. You’re just what I need.”
    Was he talking business or pleasure
here? There was no doubt in her mind he wanted to devour her. To her credit she
didn’t go racing out of the room. Simply giving him a haughty look she narrowed
her eyes. “All used for business, sir. Nothing more.” There. She’d drawn her own line in the sand. When he remained quiet she was
vindicated. Giving him a curt nod she started to turn away. That is until she
noticed where his gaze had settled. On her very open cleavage. Ugh!
    “I have an offer for you,” Broden
said as he moved back toward his desk.
    “An offer?” What in the world was he going to
offer her, whips and chains?
    Giving her a look, he reached into
his desk drawer, pulling out an envelope. “I have very few people over to my
house. I honestly prefer being alone.”
    Why did that not surprise her?
“Mmm…   I can certainly understand.” Yep,
her words were haughty.
    “Has everyone told you before you’re
a ballbuster?” Slipping the envelope across the desk, he narrowed his eyes.
    Kaela was going to retort and could
see he was serious about this offer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound so
rude.”
    “Yes.” Broden sat down in his chair
and looked away, flipping on his