His Demands

Dirty Little
Secrets – His Demands

Written
by Cassandre Dayne

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Chapter One

“Broden MacGruder is a fucking son
of a bitch!” Kaela Bryson exclaimed, fighting off the very brazen need to give
him her middle finger. Watching the overtly opinionated and yet ultra sexy man
walk toward his office, his carved ass riding the way-too tight pair of black
linen pants like a sensuous glove, she exhaled slowly. There was something
about his roguish good looks and thick dark hair, deliciously greying at the
temples that could make a girl pant like a wild woman. Then there
was
his dazzling green eyes and a nearly perfect chest
leading into a slender waist, utterly perfect. Dear God, she was hot, wet and
in need
of
… Was she moaning like a maniac in heat?

“Girl!
I can’t believe you just said that
out loud in front of all the little women in the admin clan and about your boss.
You
know,
the one who signs your paycheck?”

Hearing her best friend’s
admonishing
voice,
Kaela shook her head and glared in Angel’s
direction. “Do you really think the
group of chunky monkeys
are
even listen to anything I have to say when stud muffin is around?”
The point of the staff meeting was a direct order to her alone – work harder.
 
She knew it was true.

“What has gotten into you today?”

“Nothin
g.
I’m just telling it like it is,” Kaela huffed and
brushed her hand, her
shaking-like-a-wet-noodle
hand, through her hair. Why was she so tense and full of rage today? Rolling
her eyes, she knew why. The solid ten pounds of work Mr. MacGruder had thrown
on her desk, claiming he couldn’t do his job without her. He’d sucked up to her
right after lunch, smiling and showing off his dimples. Yeah, well she was
going to have to work every night in order to finish the highly sensitive brief
by the date he’d requested. There went her time alone, devouring a sexy erotic
romance and a bottle or wine or two.
Clients,
Ms. Bryson, pay our bills
. Uh-huh. What about life and love and passion and
well, life? “He’s a jerk off in an expensive suit.”

Angel shook her head as she snaked
her arm around Kaela’s, yanking her into the hallway. “Aren’t you trying to
make Vice President?”

“And pigs are so going to be turning
colors. What’s your point?”

“My point is
,
I somehow can’t see you getting the position but so easily if you’re calling
the man who will be doling out the huge promotion an asshole. Do you get me,
girl?” Angel’s eyes were full of mischief.

Kaela sighed. “I understand but I
can’t take his lack of pre-planning any longer. You know the saying, something
about failure to plan on your part? Besides, I have propositions myself this
weekend, something exciting. Almost like an adventure. Damn it.” Of course her
voice rose just enough so the bottled blond at the end of the aisle was happily
taking notes. Hhhmmm… She could take the woman in the parking lot.
Easy peasy.

“Propositions?
Oh do tell about this adventure you
have going on, little Miss Stick in the Mud. I’d love for you to tell me
exactly what sassy little things you have going on cause the last time I
checked, cleaning your house wasn’t exciting or any kind of a sexy escapade.
That is unless you’re trying to hunt down the dust bunnies with a big gun.”
Folding her arms, she gave Kaela a harsh look.

“Oh stop! I do or did have…plans.”
Kaela suddenly realized her viability as a human, let alone a woman, was
pathetic. Taking stock of her life in a flashback moment, she groaned. She
worked long hours, lived alone with not so much as a living plant, rarely went
out with friends and had a freezer full of frozen dinners. Yep, her life was
grandiose all right. Her self-imposed time alone was getting old, no matter how
much the past still rattled her.

Rolling her eyes, Angel burst into
laughter as she pushed Kaela’s shoulder with her index finger. “You know what I
think?”

“I’m guessing you’re going to tell me
whether I like it or not.”

“Don’t vex me.”
 
Giving Kaela a tsking finger, she glowered
over her friend.

Kaela couldn’t help but smile. They
were so yin and yang together. Angel was one moxie black woman, full of hell
fire and wild attire to match her brass attitude. Kaela was conservative to a
fault, hardly ever wearing anything but shades of gray, and they had nothing to
do with kink. Biting her tongue, she stole a glance out into the room leading
to Broden’s office and licked her lips.
“Wouldn’t dare dream
of it, soul sister.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I think you have the
hots for the man to the point your sweet little pussy is clenching right about
now. You know he doesn’t date that anyone has seen before. You could certainly
rock his world. Why don’t you just get it over with and fuck his brains out?”

“What?” Shocked, the words reverberated
in the back of her mind; an echo of the shameless sentence she knew without
question was floating out to the secretarial pool. “Louder please. Dear God
let’s tell the world your thoughts. Maybe he’s gay anyway.” There was no doubt
her face was flushing. “And you know the company policy. No carnal moments with
the staff.”

“See. I knew it! You want to fuck
that man like a wild bronco. And honey, he ain’t
staff
.
Broden is one fine looking Scot and there is no freaking way that hunk of a man
is gay. If I were into white men, I’d do him.”

“Like I said, no doubt the rest of
the city didn’t hear you,” Kaela chortled. Dear God the man was hot and she was
very horny. This was NOT the best position for her to be in. She loved her job
and all the intricate aspects, including working with what most would call
impossible clients, some bordering on delving into criminal activities. They
influential but high-risk takers had certainly made Broden a wealthy man.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

Kaela shifted, her nipples scraping
against her lacy bra to the point she was panting with need. “Wrong?”

“You heard me. I wanna hear the
truth, white girl. Tell me you don’t want to have our boss shove his cock deep
inside what I know has to be a hungry pussy.” Grinning, Angel gave her a heated
look. “Go on. Tell me you don’t want to slide under his desk for a quick sip of
his man juice.”

“Man juice? You’ve been reading one
too many sinful novels.”

“No. That would be you.” Angel
cocked her hip. “That’s all you do, read about life and kinky sex. I swear I
need to get your ass to a dance floor, scoping out rugged men or you’re going
to die alone and old.
Very old.”

Visions of Broden flashed in the
back of her mind. For a few seconds she indulged in her fantasy, the same one
she’d had for a full year, and smiled. There was nothing like the rather sinful
and oh so delicious thought of having his cock so deep inside her, pumping hard
and fast, that she couldn’t walk for a day.
Or maybe a week.
Sniffing, she reached her hand out, casually grabbing a paper cup from the
water cooler dispenser. “I’m telling you, your comedy act could be your second
career.”

Angel glared down at her.

“Fine.
Okay? I admit Broden is sexy and he
is very talented and…”

“Oh for God’s
sake!”
Angel
snapped. “You and I are going to go out tonight girl period. I
am
going to teach you about men and then
some, maybe like rules are meant to be broken. And you’re
not
going to wear that drab outfit either. First stop, my favorite
store for a bit of a makeover. Hell, a huge, sassy one.”