Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 12

The tone between them was almost intimate, like the kind of playful banter couples might share before parting ways.

They were already parked in front of her apartment building. Was he not planning to leave?

Did he expect her to invite him upstairs for tea and play the gracious hostess? Isadora blinked, trying to keep her composure. "Thank you for saving me tonight."

He said nothing.

Flustered, she added quickly, “Let me buy you dinner sometime to make it up to you."

Then, remembering who he was, she added, "Of course, that's only if you're willing."

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. His eyes-dark as polished obsidian studied her, but he didn't respond to her offer.

He smirked. "Usually, after spending the night together, don't most people share a goodbye kiss?"

The comment made Isadora uncomfortable.

She shot back, "Victor, do you always turn farewells into some sort of romantic ritual with your dates?"

His gaze was all lazy amusement, voice low and undeniably magnetic. "I don't date women, Isadora."

"But, if you want to be my woman, I could think about it."

He leaned in a little, his tone teasing. "We do have great chemistry in that department, after all."

"I-I don't want

wasn't the same as her idea of a

already failed miserably at being Magnus's girlfriend. Why on earth would

headlong into the next wasn't

voice dropping to a deliberately suggestive whisper. “Really? That's not what you said last night. You begged

out to cover his mouth, cutting him off in

amusement; he laughed softly,

half his face, his eyes seemed even more intense, a

her heart

her gaze, withdrew her hand, and stammered, "Well-I should go.

say another word, she pushed open the passenger door and slammed it

without looking

her hasty retreat, a faint, knowing smile playing at

as he watched her disappear into the building—like a hunter watching prey

Isadora.

Don't think you'll slip away so

herself

One bedroom, a small study. Cozy

finishes, but she did have a sunlit

here, which was why he'd never bothered to visit. In fact, he'd gone so far as to buy her several new apartments,

had always preferred this place. She'd bought it herself, with her own

storage closet and pulled