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.

out to toy with her

when you're this honest, are you expecting me

cheeks, blooming like watercolor. She bit her lip and shot him a

arm pulled

forehead landed squarely against his solid

ago, she'd only felt his heartbeat

to his chest, and she

Thump. Thump.

lurched like she'd been zapped by a live wire. For a second, she couldn't tell if it was her pulse or his—or

glimpse of the chauffeur in the rearview mirror, Isadora blurted out,

car, there was no way the driver

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

gaze and snapped his eyes forward, sitting up so straight he might as well have turned

moment later, the privacy partition

us

to

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

be glad. But did he have to

sit

"No."

going to fall if you keep

his lips brushing

a person. "Then you'd better hold on