Free The Boss's Demands by Alyssa Fox Page A

doing
this for you."
    Lisa needed this job and had hoped her
work would impress her boss, after her ex-boyfriend had thrown her out on her
ass. Not only that, he took all the money in her savings account. She hadn't
been sure what she'd do. She couldn’t call her parents for help, only to hear
them say we told you so. She had responded to an ad in the paper for this job.
It had been the last interview of the day for her. She’d all but given up on
finding something and then he’d hired her.
    "In truth, I wasn't sure about
hiring you, but you've shown your loyalty and you’re a hard worker." He
smiled at her as he unbuttoned his sleeves and pushed them up his forearm. The
muscles in his arms bunched with the movement. She tried not to stare, really
she did, but it became no use. “ Stop,” she
scolded herself.
    He had to know his smile would make any
women do anything he asked. Maybe he used it to keep women under his spell,
cause it sure as hell worked for her. If not, he really should figure it out,
so he could get it under control. Or before long he’d have a long line of women
at his call.
    "I'm glad you took a chance on me."
More than he would ever know. She'd do almost anything to keep him happy to
keep her job. Lisa loved what she did.
    "As I said, you've done a good job.
I do have one more request of you before you'll be done with my sister's
wedding."
    She mentally went over the list in her
mind of what else needed to be done and couldn’t place anything out of place. "What
do you need?" The hot look in his gaze seared straight through her body.
Her thong became even wetter.
    "For you to be my date for the
weekend."
    Had she heard him right? Her hot Cuban
boss needed her. No. He could have any woman he wanted; he surely didn't need
her to do this. "Sir, I don't think I heard what you said correctly. You
don't need any help in that department." He dated skinny women, not
someone with curves—ever. Ever since she’d worked there, she’d noticed Roland’s   fetish for the model type. She definitely didn't fit the mold and never would.
    "That's what I said. I need a date
and well, I want you."
    "You can have anyone you want. I
don't understand. Why me?"

 
 
 
    Chapter Two

 
    Her pupils dilated as she asked the
question. He suppressed a smile at her response. From the moment she had walked
in he’d had trouble. The way her hips had swayed as she walked to the chair and
took a seat. He wanted to reach across his desk, grab the clip in her hair, and
let down her brown locks. Her blue eyes danced in the lighting in his office
and he wanted to see them with lust burning deep within.
    Roland had started to work outside the
office more than normal, all because he wanted to fuck her. He worried if he
stayed in-house that he'd have her bent over his desk in no time. She uncrossed
and crossed her legs again. His cock tightened against his pants as he watched
the movement. To have those legs wrapped around him. He pushed the thought away
quickly to answer her question.
    "Why not?" He countered with a
shrug of his shoulders.
    "No disrespect, sir, but you date
women who look like they might break at any moment. I'm not sure if you've
noticed or not…I'm not skinny by any means." He tried not to laugh at her
response.
    His palm itched to spank her ass for the
comment. The way she talked down about herself made him want to show her how
desirable he found her. He sat up and leaned forward. "Is that what you
think?" Roland quirked a brow.
    "It's not what I think. I
know."
    He chuckled. She had no clue what he did
with those women, but she would soon. He would give her a private lesson. Most
of them were submissives who wanted what he could give them. They wanted the pain mixed with pleasure. Around
the local BDSM club he’d become known for being a no nonsense type of a Dom. Women flocked to him for the firm hand he delivered. He
didn't date them. They weren’t his type. The women weren’t the kind he wanted
to