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."

forced an awkward smile. "I-I don't want to be

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

on earth would she jump from one disaster straight into

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

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

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

brows lifted in amusement; he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated against her

half his face, his eyes seemed even more

felt her

withdrew her hand, and stammered,

pushed open the passenger door and slammed it shut behind

without

retreat, a faint, knowing smile playing at his

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

Isadora.

you've caught my interest. Don't think

herself into

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

but she did have a sunlit balcony

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 her to

place. She'd bought it herself, with her own hard-earned money. That made all the

around, then headed to the storage closet and pulled