Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 270

He led her toward the waiting Rolls-Royce, which had clearly been parked there for some time.

The chauffeur stood at attention, respectfully holding the door open. Once they'd climbed inside, he immediately slid into the driver's seat and pulled away.

Even though this was the extended edition of the Rolls, the backseat still felt a bit cramped.

Victor lounged next to her, impossible to ignore-his presence filled the space.

The familiar scent of him made Isadora's palms sweat without warning. Now she finally understood what people meant when they said absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Victor leaned against the seat, one hand propping up his head, and glanced at her sideways. His gaze was smoldering as he lifted his lashes.

His voice was lazy, almost teasing, "What's the occasion today, hmm?"

Isadora blinked. "What do you mean, what occasion?"

"You came to pick me up."

She put on her best poker face. "I just happened to finish work early. Had a little spare time, that's all."

"You missed me that much?"

His deep, gravelly voice rolled through the car-somehow rough and breathtaking all at once.

A flush crept up Isadora's neck. After a second's hesitation, she nodded, honest despite herself.

reached out to toy

when you're this honest, are you

bit her lip and

one smooth motion, his long arm pulled her toward

squarely against his solid

only felt his heartbeat thumping

to his chest, and she could hear it—strong

Thump. Thump.

live wire. For a second, she couldn't tell if it was her

a glimpse of the chauffeur in the rearview mirror, Isadora blurted out, flustered, “What are you

way

chauffeur, whose sun-tanned cheeks were now tinged with red, couldn't help but sneak

the next second, he met Victor's icy gaze and snapped his eyes forward, sitting up so straight he might as well have turned to

moment later, the privacy partition slid

see us

tried to squirm

above her, Victor's voice drifted lazily down. "I'm glad you

be glad. But did he

let me sit

"No."

to fall if you

and pleased, his lips brushing her ear. That velvet voice

a person. "Then you'd better hold