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 to be

was certain Victor's definition of "his woman" wasn't the same as her idea

being Magnus's girlfriend. Why on earth would

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

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

finish, Isadora's slender hand shot out to cover

amusement; he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated against

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

felt her heart

her hand, and stammered, "Well-I should

open the passenger door and

fled without

her hasty retreat, a faint, knowing smile playing at his

watched her disappear into the building—like a hunter

Isadora.

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

let herself

just about a thousand square feet. One bedroom, a small study. Cozy

extravagant finishes, but she did have a sunlit balcony overflowing with flowers and

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

it herself, with her own hard-earned money. That made all the

headed to the storage closet and pulled out