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

of "his woman" wasn't the same

on earth would she jump from one disaster straight into

burning building just to run headlong into the

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

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

laughed softly, and the sound vibrated

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

felt her

gaze, withdrew her hand,

say another word, she pushed open the passenger door and slammed it shut behind

fled without

faint, knowing smile playing at

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

Isadora.

Don't think you'll slip away

herself into

simple, two-bedroom place-nothing glamorous, just about a thousand square feet. One bedroom, a small study. Cozy and unpretentious,

or extravagant finishes, but she did have a

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

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

headed to the storage closet and pulled out a large