Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 274

Isadora still hadn't managed to put on her nightgown.

She'd just spent another two passionate hours tangled up with the man beside her.

Right at the very end, just as sleep was about to claim her, she heard his lazy, deep voice rumble in her ear:

"I was on my best behavior in Europe, you know that?"

"Can you feel it?"

"I saved it all for you."

Isadora closed her eyes and promised herself she'd never wrongly accuse him again.

After the last five hours, she was certain this damn man really hadn't fooled around.

Because he'd given everything-absolutely everything-to her.

*

The next morning, when Isadora finally dragged herself out of bed, every muscle in her body ached, as though she'd been taken apart and put back together again.

She shot a fierce glare at the culprit still sprawled on the bed. After all, they'd both been up all night, but he looked as fresh and energetic as ever-like he'd just stepped out for a brisk morning run.

Victor stood at the full-length mirror, calmly knotting his tie. He lifted his gaze, refined and unhurried, to where Isadora sat dazed and kneeling on the bed.

Those mesmerizing, mischievous eyes of his glinted with amusement.

refusing to look at his irritatingly smug smile. She forced

closet before settling on a fitted white lace turtleneck and a pair of jeans. The delicate lace at the collar did a good job

glance at Victor from the corner of

"Isadora, try to control that wild longing in your eyes when you look at

She rolled her eyes.

As if!

tie, and tailored suit pants that hugged his long legs.

a mark on your neck.

an eyebrow. "I'm not

"Fine. Suit yourself."

she wouldn't be the one getting laughed

her: "If anyone asks, I'll just have to say the woman at home is a little jealous, so she left her

she knew, Isadora was dashing into the living room, grabbing a bandage from the first aid kit, and hurrying back. Without a word, she stood on tiptoe and pressed it firmly over his

the eye, dead serious.

if

stared at

*

autumn sunlight was softer than summer's harsh glare,

black Ferrari

Victor was driving straight towards Seafarer Designs, she spoke up: "I'm going back to work at

after a moment, leisurely changed direction. His long fingers

to The Vaughan Group

and direct:

a noncommittal hum. "When did this