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?"

took the file, hesitated,

had pulled Victor out of town, and there was

any sane person would take on. Wrapping it all up in a week was ambitious, to say

somehow compressing a

to be home before

important was

your orders came from Victor's grandfather-Dorian Fitzgerald

a moment's hesitation,

her graduation ceremony at Harvard this week. Mr. Dorian wanted me to remind you... that you're expected to

shrank under Victor's icy

as he

even straighter. "Yes,

gave a cold, dismissive snort. "Remind me, Kemp-are you

"For you, Mr. Fitzgerald."

you relaying

in Victor's voice made Kemp feel as if someone

extra caution, Kemp replied, "Sir,

wry smile. "No disrespect? You seem awfully bold to me. What's

hard. "...Of course

he'd ever dare-he was simply passing along the old man's message. How had

lips together. "I understand, sir. I'll

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