Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Maybe It’s time I Found Out

Anna’s POV

Heat flooded my cheeks. If only he knew. If only he knew the things I wrote late at night. The scenes I imagined. The way I pictured his hands on my skin.

“Maybe that’s exactly why I write them. It’s an escape where I get to live out my fantasies. Things I’m too shy to express in real life.”

His eyes widened slightly, darkening. “Wow.”

“What?”

“I just didn’t expect that.” He paused. “What kind of romance? Contemporary? Historical?”

My nerves spiked. “Different kinds.”

“That’s vague.”

I bit my lip. “I like variety.”

“Tell me about your latest story.”

My breath hitched. I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him that it was him. That every word I wrote was inspired by him.

“It’s still early. I’m figuring it out as I go.”

“What’s it about?”

“A woman trying to find her place in the world.”

“And?”

“And a man who challenges everything she thought she knew about herself.”

His gaze intensified. “What kind of man?”

“Complicated. Powerful.”

“Powerful how?”

“He’s used to being in control. Of everything and everyone.”

“Sounds intense.”

“It is.”

“And this woman. What does she see in him?”

My pulse raced. “The parts he doesn’t show anyone else. The vulnerability underneath all that control.”

“Does he let her see it?”

“Eventually. When he can’t hide It anymore.”

“And what happens then?”

“I haven’t written that far yet.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not sure how it ends.”

He studied me for a long moment. “Who’s your muse for this story?”

My heart stopped. “My muse?”

“Every writer has one. Someone or something that inspires them.”

I couldn’t breathe. “I get my inspiration from a lot of people or places.”

“Come on. There has to be someone. Is it…” His voice dropped, taking on a possessive edge. “Is it your boyfriend?”

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The jealousy in his tone sent tingles down my spine. I’d provoked this reaction in him. Roman Blackwood was jealous.

My heart raced. I should tell him no. I should deflect. But something in me wanted to see where this went. Wanted to push him just a little.

“Maybe.”

His jaw tightened. “Maybe?”

I bit my lip, enjoying this more than I should. “I can’t reveal my sources.”

He scoffed. “That’s not an answer.”

“It’s the only one I have.”

“Anna.” My name on his lips was a warning.

“What?”

“Is he the one you’re thinking about when you write these scenes?” The question came out rough. “Someone touching you. Kissing you. Is it him?”

Heat flooded through me. God, yes. You. Always you.

But I couldn’t say it. Couldn’t admit that when I wrote about powerful men and the women who challenged them, I was writing about us.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Answer the question.”

“You’re very demanding tonight, Mr. Blackwood.”

“You have no idea.” His eyes burned into mine: “Answer the question.”

I was enjoying this far too much. Watching him unravel. “I already told you. My lips are sealed.”

“That’s not,” he began.

I shifted closer to him. “What about you?” I cut him off. “Tell me something the world doesn’t know about the great Roman Blackwood.”

He pulled back slightly. That cold mask threatened to slip into place.

“This isn’t about me. It’s about you.”

He was doing what he always did. Pulling away. Hiding.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“This isn’t a negotiation, Anna.”

“You ask me all these questions, but you won’t answer any of mine?”

“I’m trying to help you relax.”

“By interrogating me about my writing?”

His lips curved slightly. “Is that what I’m doing?”

I huffed. “You’re impossible. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“So I’ve been told.”

A giggle escaped me, and the sound surprised us both. “I bet they have.”

iss Winters.” His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “You sound more relaxed now.”

“Miss

I did feel better. Lighter somehow. “I guess you were right. Talking helped.”

I let out a breath. “Your methods actually worked. Thank you, Dr. Blackwood.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. “I’m glad you feel better. Then I think it’s time for you to try to get some rest.”

Disappointment hit me hard. I’d been enjoying this. The conversation. The way he looked at me like I was

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more than just his assistant.

“Oh. Yes. You’re right.”

His hand cupped my cheek. “Get some rest. Your body needs time to process everything. The more you fight sleep, the harder it becomes. Let your mind relax. Don’t force it.”

I gave him a soft smile. “Thank you.”

He turned and dimmed the light.

I shifted to my other side, facing away from him, and shut my eyes.

But the restlessness remained. My skin felt too tight. My thoughts too loud. Every nerve ending was aware of him behind me. So close but not close enough.

The words fell out before I could stop them.

“Mr. Blackwood, could you please hold me?”

Silence.

Then his voice came, rough and low. “Anna…”

“Please. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t,” I stopped myself.

He sucked in a deep breath. “You don’t ask a man to hold you when you’re dressed in nothing but a sweatshirt, lying in his bed.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “I told you before. I trust you.”

“Wrong.”

I turned back to face him. “What?”

“You should never trust anyone. Let alone a man. Especially not one who wants…” He cut himself off, his jaw clenching.

Was he trying to admit that he wanted me?

“Who wants what?”

He pulled back. “Nothing.”

“Mr. Blackwood,” I paused, gathering courage. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man who’d take advantage of someone vulnerable. Control matters to you. But so does consent. I know that much about you.”

“You think you know me?”

“I think I’m starting to.”

His eyes met mine. “So you have me all figured out?”

“No. But I know enough.”

Then his eyes darkened. His voice dropped to a low warning tone.

“You have no idea what I’m capable of, Anna. So stop pushing me.”

My breath hitched. I should have been scared. Should have pulled away.

Instead, I leaned closer.

“Then maybe it’s time I found out.”

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