Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 12

The tone between them was almost intimate, like the kind of playful banter couples might share before parting ways.

They were already parked in front of her apartment building. Was he not planning to leave?

Did he expect her to invite him upstairs for tea and play the gracious hostess?

Isadora blinked, trying to keep her composure. “Thank you for saving me tonight.”

He said nothing.

Flustered, she added quickly, “Let me buy you dinner sometime to make it up to you.”

Then, remembering who he was, she added, “Of course, that’s only if you’re willing.”

Victor tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel. His eyes—dark as polished obsidian—studied her, but he didn’t respond to her offer.

He smirked. “Usually, after spending the night together, don’t most people share a goodbye kiss?”

The comment made Isadora uncomfortable.

She shot back, “Victor, do you always turn farewells into some sort of romantic ritual with your dates?”

His gaze was all lazy amusement, voice low and undeniably magnetic. “I don’t date women, Isadora.”

“But, if you want to be my woman, I could think about it.”

He leaned in a little, his tone teasing. “We do have great chemistry in that department, after all.”

Isadora forced an awkward smile. “I—I don’t want to be your woman!”

She was certain Victor’s definition of “his woman” wasn’t the same as her idea of a girlfriend.

She’d already failed miserably at being Magnus’s girlfriend. Why on earth would she jump from one disaster straight into another?

Escaping one burning building just to run headlong into the next wasn’t an accident—it was just plain foolish.

Victor leaned closer, his voice dropping to a deliberately suggestive whisper. “Really? That’s not what you said last night. You begged me to be gentle with you—”

Before he could finish, Isadora’s slender hand shot out to cover his mouth, cutting him off in a panic.

Victor’s handsome brows lifted in amusement; he laughed softly, and the sound vibrated against her palm.

With her hand covering half his face, his eyes seemed even more intense, a deep blue burning straight through her.

Isadora felt her heart stumble.

She quickly averted her gaze, withdrew her hand, and stammered, “Well—I should go. Goodnight.”

Before Victor could say another word, she pushed open the passenger door and slammed it shut behind her.