His Demands (4 page)

The event was a good idea and would
keep the Saudi’s happy for a little while. No matter what nefarious plans he
had around the plans, closing business was first. After that, maybe he could
peel the rather confining layers from around one delicious woman.

Clicking the door shut, he patted
his hand on the hood of his most prized possession. And he had plenty of toys
in his repertoire. Too bad he hadn’t been playing with anything as of late. As
he walked toward the door, he couldn’t help but grouse to himself. He was physically
exhausted even though every cell in his body remained on fire. How many long
hours had he worked over the past few months?
Months?
Who was he trying to fool, or maybe impress? Putting this deal together had
nearly kicked his ass. He tossed his briefcase down as he turned on the kitchen
light, glancing around the gleaming space. In the year plus a few months he’d
been in the United States all he did was work. He certainly had a lot to show
for all the ridiculous hours.

The stainless steel spotless, the
granite counters free of clutter, the entire space was immaculate. Broden also
realized the beautiful room was also very cold, much like his life. Granted,
he’d made certain decisions in his life, placing business in front of
everything, including his family in Scotland. Taking over the firm had been one
of the best decisions he’d ever made and he loved being in the States. He
certainly had made a significant about of money, allowing him to live in one of
the finest mansion style homes in Charlotte. The city certainly wasn’t as
beautiful as his burrow in Scotland, but he was able to travel easily – as if
he ever did.

Chuckling, he snagged his tie,
tugging until he was no longer strangled and unbuttoned his top button. As he
rolled up his sleeves and headed for the open bottle of cabernet, he allowed
his mind wander to one very feisty woman. “Mmm…” What he wouldn’t do to get her
into bed for one night. He chastised his rather ridiculous behavior, knowing he
could have a sexual harassment lawsuit on his hands if he wasn’t careful.
Rubbing his jaw, he wasn’t certain he cared. Kaela was the woman for him. Every
move she made he’d studied during her tenure working with him. Intelligent and
full of verve, she took outspoken to a crazy level. Most of the women in the
office hated her for her flaming red hair, spun like sun kissed gold and creamy
porcelain skin.

Now he sounded like a lovesick
puppy. The party was a damn good idea and come Monday the entire office could
celebrate.
You old bag you.
What in
God’s name was his problem as of late? Perhaps Kaela would call him an asshole
yet again. Eh, he couldn’t blame her but his business tactics had garnered them
a solid two hundred percent increase in business during the past year. Some
would call him a shark. Broden simply called his astute business acumen well
trained.

By the time he managed to grab a
wine glass, pouring a hefty amount, his cock was swollen and aching. The
voluptuous Kaela Bryson embroiled his senses, tempted the savage man buried
behind the thousand dollar suits and silk ties. She pushed every button,
challenging every decision and he wanted to take her and posses her. And
somehow he would figure out a way.

Wrapping his hand around the glass,
he glanced at his watch and headed for the living room. For all the money he
had in the bank, he was bordering on pathetic. Barely eight thirty on a
Thursday night and the only thing he had on his agenda was pulling out a frozen
pizza and finishing the bottle of wine. “Great.” The entire party was going to
be catered so short of dressing in costume, he had nothing to do. And tonight
he was bored to death.

Broden switched on the television,
flipping through channel after channel, only half paying attention. He took a
gulp of his wine, savoring the rich flavor as he inhaled the hint of
raspberries. Barely managing to swallow before he burst into laughter, he
turned off what the Americas called the boob tube and walked toward the bank of
floor to ceiling windows. As he turned on the set of lights illuminating the
pool and hot tub, he imagined sharing a heating moment with Kaela. Sadly, she
had no interest in him. In fact, he had the distinct feeling she loathed him. Who
was he kidding? The sparring this afternoon should have told him clearly what
her thoughts were about him.

However, if her nipples had been any
harder they would have poked completely through her shirt. For the first time
he witnessed her out of more than just her comfort zone. Electric current
continued to pulse though his body,
sizzling
his last
nerve. Envisioning tying her to his bed, spanking her sweet ass before fucking
her hard, he snarled and clenched his fist. Broden was more than determined to
have her, take her,
claim
her. Words he’d also said to
her. Smiling, he made a promise to himself. He was going to have Kaela in his
bed, perhaps more.

He took another sip and this time
the pricy wine managed to burn the back of his throat. Tonight he longed to
bring a sexy home for a wild night of sex.
Hmm…
Well,
at minimum he was going to have a nice dinner and a glass of cognac, developing
his plan of attack during the party. He wasn’t certain he was talking about the
contract either. Huffing, he sauntered into his bedroom for a change of
clothes.

Dressed in all black, Broden
surveyed the look, glaring at his reflection. He was almost forty-five years
old and never been married. Not that any woman could put up with his overtly
sexual proclivities. Women needed romance and nurturing, something he wasn’t
used to. Maybe he’d never find the perfect one, a soul mate. Stopping short, he
placed his hand over his heart and realized he was shaking. He could never be
flippant.
Never.
The past had to be honored. Then
again, he needed to get away from the ugly nightmares plaguing him. They’d
gotten worse lately.

Brushing his fingers through his
long, blond hair, he sniffed and pointed his finger. “Tonight you’re going to
be an animal. Got it?” He growled at himself knowing he’d be happy with simply
enjoying a night out.

He never lost in business or in play
and tonight he was determined to regain his verve and there was only one way.
Sex.
Could he indulge in a tryst with a stranger? He
certainly hadn’t indulged since he’d been in the States. Sliding his hand down
the length of his chest, he stroked his aching shaft and raised his eyebrow,
desperately hungry. Nodding to the man in the mirror, he set his sights on one
hot club. Broden strolled into the kitchen and grabbed his keys, glancing out
at the full moon. Tonight was perfect for hunting. If only the sweet and very
prey of his dreams could grace his presence.
Not gonna happen.
A man could dream.

Club Zeus was
packed,
filled with the pretty people of Charlotte, all looking for a good time,
perhaps a sizzling moment of intimacy. Broden threw his head back as he walked
inside, scanning the perimeter, gathering the vibe. The music was rockin’, the
dance floor packed and the women stunning. As he was led to a table, one
perfect for seeing the comings and goings of the majority of people, he settled
in, nodding to the women who’d already noticed his arrival. He was well aware
of his dangerous looking prowess and certainly enjoyed the admiration.

His drink and a very rare steak
ordered, he sat back and inhaled the sensuous fragrances worn by women and men
alike. Scanning the crowd, he could tell just how hungry everyone seemed to be.
Even though the people were sexy and the music hot, he grew bored quickly.

Broden almost didn’t notice when a
drink was placed in front of him. Sighing, he fiddled with the edge, absently
glancing around the club until an odd sensation oozed from every pore in his
body. His sixth sense kicked in and he turned his head to the right, studying
the shadowed crowd. And then he saw her.
Kaela.
This
was completely unexpected. Now he knew inviting her to the party was a good
idea.

Chapter
Two

“Explain exactly why we’re here
again,” Kaela demanded as she glared at the dance floor. Between the neon
infused lighting and the sweaty bodies, gyrating like teenagers in heat, she
was ready to go home. Well, maybe some of her discomfort had to do with the
thong continually crawling up her butt crack of the fact the zipper on the
front of her dress managed to slip down an inch or two as she moved. She hadn’t
quite felt so damn uncomfortable in a long time. Maybe the extra ten, well
fifteen pounds she needed to lose should happen sooner versus later.

“Stop fidgeting,” Angel said as she
flicked her finger through Kaela’s hair. “You look hot. Think of it this way.
This is merely a test to see if you can possibly seduce your boss, let alone
give the Saudi boys a thrill.”

“You doubt me?” Kaela huffed.

“I don’t doubt your desire. I doubt
your ability to come outside of your shell. Its time honey and you know it.”

Kaela thought about what she was
saying and groaned. While the words may be true, she was way out of her league
and she the place reminded her of too many things. “You’re right. I could be
home with a good book.”

“How old are you again?” Angel
exclaimed as she tossed a napkin in her direction. Swirling her drink, she took
a sip and batted her eyelashes before leaning over the small table. “We’re here
in a fabulous clubs with lots of hunks and you’re whining. Here I am thinking
sandwich cookie and you’re thinking warm blankie and grandma socks. And you
really think you’re going to seduce the man of your dreams at some swanky
party.
Right.”

Kaela eyed her
pepto
bismol
colored drink and sighed. “I hate to tell you
this but I’m not into women.
Sandwich cookie indeed.”
Self-doubt infiltrated her very brain.

“I wasn’t talking about me, girl.
You’re sexy and all but I prefer my candy in chocolate and with a thick dick. I
was talking about you finding one or three men to give you the ultimate
fantasy.”

“There are no men in this place who
are that hot and you know it!”

“What about the sexy blond over
there?” Angel asked as she pointed, her eyes raking down the length of his
body.

If Kaela had to admit it, the
stunning six foot somethin’
suffer
wanna be was kinda
snazzy with his shoulder length blond hair and long legs. “He’s about twelve,
you know jail bait material?”

“What, are you looking for a daddy
figure?” Angel teased, popping Kaela on the arm. “I hope not girl
cause
you need to live a little. Have an affair. Do the
nasty on a park bench or in a convertible. Practice for Saturday so you’re
comfortable. What in the world could it hurt if you dance and play a little?”

“I think at least two of those are
against the law.” And what would it hurt? Kaela was woefully out of practice.

“And so the hell
what?
Okay,
point out one man and I mean just one who might suit that stuffy persona you
have going on.”

The challenge on, Kaela huffed and
scanned the perimeter of the room. “I don’t see any.” She took a sip of her
wine and rolled her eyes. She was so out of her league.

“Then you are blind as a bat. Take a
walk and test the waters and maybe your rusty skills. Broden is a sophisticated
man and he’s going to want you as the perfect eye candy. You’ve said so
yourself, right?”

“Eye candy? I am most certainly not
eye candy!”

Angela gave her a look.

“Fine.
Rub it in why don’t you!” Kaela
huffed.

“Then go play. Become more
comfortable with the art of seduction.”

The idea was a damn good one. “Oh
all right. I’ll try.”

“That’s my girl.
 
I’ll wait, but not for long. Oh
sugar there are
some sexy black men in this bar and I am
going home with at least one of them,” Angel purred.

“You have to be kidding me?” Was
Kaela really horrified? Hell no. She longed to have the courage to do something
so kinky, so very uninhibited.

“No, why do you
ask, oh boring friend of mine?”

“Let’s see. Things like disease and
the fact he might be married?”

Angel shook her head. “Condoms and
who honestly cares if he’s married? I’m not talking kids and the white picket
fence here. I’m talkin’ something carnal.” Easing back, she shook her finger.
“I forgot. You have no clue what that means.”

“Very funny.”
Shifting in her seat, Kaela took
another look at the men in the crowd and for once grew very hungry. A wicked
tryst in the sheets for one night couldn’t hurt. In fact, maybe she would have
a smile on her face for a change. A smiled crossing her
face,
she attempted to reign in her courage.

“I can see you’re thinking about
something sinful and delicious. If you gone home with a hottie, all the better.”

“Maybe,” Kaela
whispered,
her nerves on edge.

“Then go for it. What do you have to
lose, except maybe your virginity?”