Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Anna’s POV

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Then he looked back at me, and his expression shifted to troubled.

“Is he stalking you?” Laurent asked bluntly. “How did he know where to find us that night?”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed. The sound seemed to surprise both of us.

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“Honestly, I thought so at first,” I admitted. “But it was just a coincidence. Roman was meant to have lunch with his sister, and he just happened to run into us.”

Laurent’s eyebrows shot up. “So he has a sister. I never thought…”

“Hmm.” I nodded. “He does. And she’s really great, actually.”

Laurent was quiet for a moment, thoughtful.

“And he stood her up to get you away from me.”

I realized I’d said too much.

“I think we should forget about that awful memory,” I deflected, “and focus on the good part. I did have a good time at dinner before everything.”

Laurent’s expression softened, and he smiled. A genuine, warm smile that transformed his face.

“That’s good to hear.” He reached out and took my hand gently. “I think we should do it again.”

I froze.

The touch was innocent enough. His fingers barely grazed mine. But I was acutely aware of Roman across the

room.

My heart stuttered as I risked the briefest glance toward the corner,

Roman was watching us, his eyes locked on Laurent’s hand over mine. His body went rigid.

Don’t look at him. Stop letting him affect you like this.

I forced my attention back to Laurent,

“With the timeline,” I managed to say, my voice only slightly unsteady, “and the fashion show preparations, I think we should push it off until after.”

But Laurent didn’t let go. If anything, his grip tightened slightly.

Did he sense Roman watching and decide to push back?

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“A lunch date in between,” Laurent suggested. “An hour or so wouldn’t stop us from working and deliberating on the collection.”

The heat of Roman’s glare intensified. It pierced through me like he was trying to reach inside yank me away from Laurent through sheer force of will.

But I knew he couldn’t. Laurent hadn’t crossed any lines. This was perfectly professional.

Except it wasn’t, not with the way Laurent was looking at me.

my

head and

“I understand,” I said, finally slipping my hand free from Laurent’s. “But Roman trusted me with this project, Laurent. I don’t want to mess it up. Please.”

At Roman’s name, I felt that burning attention again, as if he knew I was talking about him.

Stop being ridiculous. He can’t hear you.

“I’ll take you up on that after the show,” Laurent conceded. Then his voice turned more insistent. “But promise me. One evening. No interruptions.”

“I can’t promise that.”

“Then promise me this.” Laurent leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping. “Roman can’t interrupt the next time.”

Laurent’s eyes were locked on mine, waiting, and I found myself nodding.

“Okay,” I murmured. “I promise.”

A small smile tugged at Laurent’s lips. He reached out again, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, the touch too intimate to ignore.

I tried to pull back, but he held on tightly.

“I can’t wait,” he murmured, finally letting me go.

I signed the delivery confirmation on the man’s tablet, offering him a polite smile.

“Thank you.”

“Have a good evening, ma’am.” He tipped his head and headed back down the hallway,

I closed the door, leaning against it for a moment before looking down at the package in my hands.

The package was wrapped in glossy black paper, tied with a deep crimson ribbon that smelled faintly of jasmine. There was no return address, no label, nothing to indicate who had sent it or why.

I carried it into my room and set it on the edge of the bed. Sliding onto the mattress, I crossed my legs, my heart picking up pace.

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The box was surprisingly light. I untied the ribbon, and inside, wrapped in delicate tissue paper, lay lingerie.

It was the color of my skin, with intricate lace along the edges. A delicate bra with thin straps and matching panties. My breath hitched.

I recognized the designs immediately. This had to be part of the Beaumont collection, their exclusive line strictly for elites that hadn’t even been unveiled yet. But why send it here? Why to me and not the office?

Who could have the power to get their hands on one of these before it was even released?

My mind jumped to Laurent. He had been flirting with me during the meeting, whispering in my ear about our next date. Maybe this was his way of making a move, trying to impress me.

But that didn’t feel right either. Laurent was confident, yes, but sending lingerie felt too forward, even for him.

My phone buzzed on the counter.

I picked it up, glancing at the screen.

Roman Blackwood: Did you receive the gift I sent?

My heart stopped.

Roman.

Of course it was Roman.

Heat flooded my face as I stared at the message, then at the lingerie still sitting in the box. He had chosen this specific set and had it delivered directly to my door.

I set the phone down, my hands trembling slightly.

What was I supposed to say to that?

The phone buzzed again,

I picked it up, fingers hovering over the keyboard,

Anna: If you mean the lingerie, yes. I got it.

His response came immediately,

Roman Blackwood: Good, I want you to try it on and send me a picture.

I nearly dropped the phone.

Anna: Absolutely not. That’s completely inappropriate.

Roman Blackwood: Inappropriate? You keep throwing that word around at every turn. Yet you held my cock earlier and were about to suck me off if I hadn’t stopped you. So drop the act. I know what a bad girl you can

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be when you want to be. I know how you whimper when I touch you. How you beg. How you come apart in my hands. Don’t pretend to be shocked now.

My face went nuclear. My nerve endings lit up like live wires, heat flooding through me in waves. How could he be so crude? So blunt? So absolutely shameless?

I stared at the screen, my hands trembling with a mix of outrage and desire.

This man. This arrogant, impossible man.

I typed furiously.

Anna: Mr. Blackwood, I would have never done such a thing if you hadn’t ordered me to inspect your… eggplant.

The teasing was simply payback. And sending me lingerie to my home is completely crossing a line. This is beyond inappropriate. This is harassment.

Roman Blackwood: Harassment? That’s a strong word, Anna. Especially considering how you begged me to teach you how to ride my cock, and when I did, you rode me in that car wildly, like you couldn’t get enough until you came in my arms, moaning my name. That didn’t sound like harassment to me. That sounded like enthusiastic consent.

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