Chapter 144

"No."

Isadora had no intention of thinking about him.

"But I miss you. Isadora, you hear me?"

She caught the look in his eyes-dark and fathomless, like a midnight whirlpool. It felt as if she could tumble right into his gaze and disappear.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Then, with an easy, teasing smile, he added, "All I can think about tonight is you. What am I supposed to do about that?"

Of course she should've known better than to trust a word he said!

*

After hanging up, Victor's lips curled in a faint, amused smile.

His assistant, Kemp, knocked politely before stepping in and offering a stack of documents with the deference reserved for someone far above his pay grade.

Victor strode to his desk, uncapped a pen, and signed his name at the end of the contract. Without looking up, he passed the papers back and asked, "Has my flight home on Friday been booked?"

file, hesitated, then gave

crisis at the regional branch had pulled Victor out of town, and

take on. Wrapping it

around the clock, somehow compressing

determined to be home before the

important was waiting

orders came from Victor's grandfather-Dorian Fitzgerald

moment's hesitation,

Harvard this week. Mr. Dorian wanted me to remind

shrank under Victor's icy

unreadable as he looked up.

even straighter.

snort. "Remind me, Kemp-are you working for me, or

"For you, Mr. Fitzgerald."

Then why are you relaying his orders to

in Victor's voice made Kemp feel as

extra caution, Kemp replied, "Sir,

You seem awfully bold to me.

hard. "...Of course

was simply passing along the old man's message. How had he become the

his lips together. "I understand, sir. I'll take care of

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