Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46: Writing About Him

Anna’s POV

A few hours ago, Roman had sent Thomas to Zoey’s apartment to retrieve my laptop and some personal belongings I’d asked Zoey to pack for me.

Now, lying on the impossibly soft bed in his guest room, my fingers flew across the keyboard.

I couldn’t help feeling inspired after everything that had happened.

Especially after that bathroom scene.

My cheeks burned just thinking about it. Roman. Half-naked. Water droplets trailing down his chest. And then the towel dropped.

God.

I’d seen everything.

And now I was channeling every mortifying, exhilarating second of it into my novel. My erotic romance novel about Elara, a virgin secretary, and her cold-hearted CEO, Alexander Black. This was what I did. I took the chaos of my real life and transformed it into fiction. Different names, different settings, but the emotions were all mine.

Last night, after Mr. Blackwood rescued me from the men who had tried to accost me outside the bar, I’d stayed at his penthouse. He’d insisted it wasn’t safe for me to go home alone.

I woke in the middle of the night, disoriented in the unfamiliar guest room. My throat was dry, and I desperately needed water. I slipped out of bed and padded down the hallway, trying to remember where the kitchen was.

The penthouse was dark, except for a small light coming from under one of the doors. I turned the corner and walked straight into something solid, crashing to the floor.

“I’m so sorry,” I stammered, looking up.

Alexander stood there, hair wet and slicked back.

My eyes met his piercing blue gaze first.

Then they trailed down.

Water droplets clung to his neck, trailing down his chest. Broad shoulders. Sculpted pecs. Defined abs that looked carved from stone. Lower, following the water as it dripped down to his….

Oh God.

His towel had dropped to the floor, and he was completely naked.

And I was kneeling right in front of him.

His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs. Even soft, it was massive, long and girthy in a way that made my throat go dry. I’d never seen a man naked before, let alone been this close, and Alexander was overwhelming.

I couldn’t look away.

As I stared, transfixed, I watched it twitch. Then, slowly, right before my eyes, it began to thicken. To grow. The shaft lengthened, lifting slightly as blood rushed through it.

How big would it get? How would something like that even fit?

Heat flooded every inch of my body. I was still on my knees, frozen, watching him harden.

“Enjoying the view, Miss Hayes?”

His voice snapped me back to reality.

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My eyes flew up to meet his. The arrogant, cocky smirk on his lips told me everything. He was enjoying every second of my humiliation.

I bit my lip as I reread the paragraph, my whole body heating. This was the most explicit thing I’d ever written, and it was based entirely on my very real, very inappropriate boss.

A boss whose penthouse I was currently staying in.

A boss with devastating blue eyes and a control problem that should come with a warning label.

What was wrong with me?

A soft knock at the door nearly made me jump out of my skin.

“Miss Winters?”

Panic shot through me. I slammed my laptop shut so fast I nearly caught my fingers.

“Come in!” My voice came out strangled, guilty.

Eva stepped inside, her warm smile already in place. Her eyes shifted briefly to my laptop, then to my flushed face, but she was too polite to comment.

“Mr. Blackwood asked me to inform you that you need to start getting ready.”

I blinked at her, my mind still tangled in the steamy scene I’d been writing. “Getting ready? For what?”

“The Beaumont masquerade ball this evening.”

“Oh my God. I completely forgot.” I jumped to my feet, running a hand through my messy hair. “Eva, I don’t even have anything to wear. I mean, I have the clothes Thomas picked up from my apartment, but nothing appropriate for a masquerade ball.”

“That won’t be a problem.” Eva stepped aside, and two staff members appeared behind her, their arms completely loaded with shopping bags. The logos alone made my heart stop. Chanel. Dior. Valentino. Versace. Elie Saab. Givenchy.

My jaw literally dropped. “What… what is all this?”

“Mr. Blackwood had these sent over for you.” Eva gestured for the staff to set everything down. Bags covered the chaise lounge, the bed, even the floor. There were so many. “Dresses, shoes, accessories, jewelry. Everything you’ll need.”

Before Eva could say another word, I was already moving toward the bags, my hands reaching out as if they had a mind of their own. I pulled out the first dress. Midnight blue, the fabric impossibly soft.

“This is…” I couldn’t finish. My throat tightened.

I’d never owned a designer outfit in my life. Never even touched one outside a store. The most expensive dress I owned came from a clearance rack at Target.

“Eva, this is insane.” I looked around. “This must have cost….”

“Mr. Blackwood can afford it,” she said simply, already organizing the bags.

I pulled out a pair of silver heels next, my breath hitching at the red soles.

“Are these… Louboutins?”

“Yes, miss. He wanted to make sure you had options.”

Options? I looked around the room. There had to be fifteen dresses here. Maybe twenty. And just as many pairs of shoes.

Then something clicked.

“Wait.” I turned to Eva, my heart starting to race. “Some of these bags are from Valentina.”

Eva smiled knowingly. “Yes. Mr. Blackwood mentioned you’d visited the store recently.”

The store where he’d taken me to buy an outfit for the lunch meeting with Laurent. Where I’d been

overwhelmed and out of my depth. Where he’d watched me with those intense blue eyes that seemed to see

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“He… he remembered that?”

“Mr. Blackwood remembers everything, Miss Winters.”

I looked down at the bags, then at the others scattered across the bed.

“These are all my size.”

“Of course they are.” Eva’s tone made it sound obvious.

“But how did he…” I stopped, my cheeks warming. He’d really looked at me. Close enough to know without ever asking.

The thought made my skin tingle in ways I didn’t want to examine too closely.

I lifted a silver dress from one of the bags. The fabric dazzled and shimmered. Even on the hanger, it clung to every curve. The neckline plunged, and a slit ran high along one side.

“We have to get you ready in an hour.” Eva’s expression shifted, urgency creeping in. “And Mr. Blackwood doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath. “Of course he doesn’t. Control freak.”

I didn’t realize she’d heard until I caught the small smile on her lips.

“Mr. Blackwood simply values his time and likes to stay on top of things.”

I huffed but didn’t argue, still eyeing the dress.

Eva shook her head, amusement clear, and tugged gently at my arm. “Let’s get you showered. The stylist and makeup artist will be here soon.”

My head snapped toward her. “Stylist?”

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