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."

smile. "I-I don't want to

woman" wasn't the same as

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

headlong into the next wasn't an accident-it was just plain

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

finish, Isadora's slender hand shot out to cover his mouth, cutting him off

he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated against

eyes seemed even more intense,

her heart

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

pushed open the

fled without looking

watched her hasty retreat, a faint,

he watched her disappear into the building—like a hunter watching prey that thought it

Isadora.

you've caught my interest. Don't think you'll slip away so

herself

was a simple, two-bedroom place-nothing glamorous, just about a thousand square feet. One bedroom, a small study. Cozy and unpretentious, the kind of place any ordinary person might call

floor-to-ceiling windows or extravagant finishes, but she did have a sunlit balcony

had always complained about how cramped it was here, which was why he'd never bothered to visit. In fact, he'd gone so far as to buy her several new apartments, practically begging

place. She'd bought it herself, with her

headed to the storage closet and pulled