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

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

on earth would she

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

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

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

amusement; he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated

his eyes seemed even more intense, a deep blue burning straight

her

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

could say another word, she pushed open the passenger door

fled without looking

a faint, knowing

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

Isadora.

Don't think you'll slip away

let herself into her

square feet. One bedroom, a small study. Cozy and unpretentious, the kind of place any

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

cramped it was here, which was why he'd never bothered to visit. In fact, he'd gone so far as

bought it herself, with her own

then headed to the storage closet and pulled out a

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