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

you expecting me to do

bit her lip and shot him

his long arm

forehead landed squarely

moment ago, she'd only felt his heartbeat thumping against

pressed right to his chest, and she could hear

Thump. Thump.

For a second, she couldn't tell if it was her pulse or his—or maybe

chauffeur in the rearview mirror, Isadora blurted out, flustered, “What

car, there was no way the

cheeks were now tinged with red, couldn't help but sneak a

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

the privacy

us anymore," Victor

to squirm

drifted lazily down.

glad. But did he have to hold her like

let me sit

"No."

to fall if you keep this

lips brushing her ear. That velvet voice

person. "Then you'd better hold on