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

definition of "his woman" wasn't the

at being Magnus's girlfriend. Why on earth would she

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

dropping to a deliberately suggestive whisper. “Really? That's not what

out to cover his mouth, cutting him off in

he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated against

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

felt her heart

gaze, withdrew her hand,

she pushed open the passenger door

without

hasty retreat, a faint, knowing

disappear into the building—like a hunter watching

Isadora.

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

let herself into

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

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

why he'd never bothered to visit.

herself,

glanced around, then headed to the storage closet and