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

definition of "his woman" wasn't the same as her idea of a

failed miserably at being Magnus's girlfriend. Why on earth would she jump from one

one burning building just to run headlong into the next wasn't

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

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

brows lifted in amusement; he laughed

her hand covering half his face, his eyes seemed

felt her

her gaze, withdrew her hand,

word, she pushed open the

fled without looking

watched her hasty retreat, a faint, knowing smile

disappear into the building—like a hunter watching prey that thought

Isadora.

time, you've caught my interest. Don't

let herself into

feet. One bedroom, a small study. Cozy and unpretentious,

no floor-to-ceiling windows or extravagant finishes, but she did

why he'd never bothered to visit. In fact, he'd

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

the storage closet and pulled out