NovelUSAChapter 221 Isadora wasn't paying attention to where she was walking, and before she realized it, her foot caught on something. She stumbled, arms flailing, completely losing her balance and pitching forward-straight toward the hard edge of a glass coffee table.
For a split second, her mind went utterly blank.
But just as she braced for impact, a strong hand shot out and caught her.
Victor's arm wrapped firmly around Isadora's slim waist and, with a quick pull, he caught her and settled her securely onto his lap.
The familiar scent of pine and cedar washed over her, grounding her as her racing heart finally began to slow.
It all happened so quickly that, by the tthe people nearby turned to look, it appeared as if Isadora had thrown herself into Victor's arms without hesitation.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIsadora sat frozen for a moment, her thoughts spinning. Only after a long pause did she finally snap back to herself. Flustered, she scrambled off Victor's lap, refusing to meet his eyes.
Across the room, swomen dressed to impress watched the scene unfold, their expressions tinged with thinly veiled derision.
So much for the innocent act, they thought. Looks like the little lamb is really a sly fox.
Isadora felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment. She hurried back to her seat, then quietly slipped away to the restroom.
Standing at the sink, she splashed cold water on her face, unsure whether her blush was from lingering fear or simple mortification, but either way, her skin was on fire.
She pulled out her phone and texted Wendy: "Let's get out of here." After hitting send, Isadora stepped out of the bathroom-only to see Victor leaning against the hallway wall.
He looked effortlessly relaxed, one shoulder propped against the wall, long legs stretched out, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. Under the soft lighting, his profile was sharply defined.
At the sound of footsteps, Victor's dark, lazy gaze drifted over to her.
Isadora pressed her lips together and, as she passed him, finally managed, "Thanks for before." She knew full well that if Victor hadn't intervened, her face would've smashed right through that glass table- she'd be lucky to walk away without a scar.
It was probably one of those jealous women who'd tried to trip her.
Victor's voice was low and casual. "Careless." Isadora frowned in response.
He changed the subject, "Still after the Horizon Architects project?" She lowered her eyes. "I'll earn it myself." She was well aware that using Victor was the fastest shortcut. But she also knew better than anyone he was the most dangerous shortcut imaginable.
She turned to leave, then paused as something occurred to her. Looking back at him, she asked, "Why didn't you reply to my message?" She was referring to the deadline.
Victor took a slow drag on his cigarette, his tone lazy. "I did." She blinked. "You did?" A beat. Then he said, voice dry, "I replied with silence." Isadora stared at him, exasperated.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe forced herself to stay patient. "Mr. Fitzgerald, you're not trying to back out, are you?" Victor let out a soft laugh. "Isadora, I told you I want to be satisfied-but so far, I'm the only one putting in the work." As if I'd let her take the initiative, he thought. What a joke.
Isadora bit her lip, frowning-looking, to anyone else, like a little cat about to unsheath her claws.
Victor's hand, cigarette and all, hooked around her waist, pulling her eyes were into his arms. His eyes were dangerously dark, lips curving into a wickedly seductive smile. He bent his head, murmuring against her ear, "How about we pick up where we left off tonight?" Isadora rolled her eyes, unable to resist a jab. "You really don't ever run out of energy, do you?" Victor's reply was teasing, warm with mischief. "Why would I? Gotta make the most of the tI have before my girlfriend gets tired of me." She huffed in annoyance and tried to push him away, but just then, Wendy's voice echoed down the hall. "Isadora? Isadora, where are you?" Without thinking, Isadora grabbed Victor's shirt and shrank into his embrace, letting his tall frblock her from view.
Over her head, Victor's voice rumbled quietly, "Such a temper, and yet you're still afraid your coworker might see us?"
Isadora had only worked with Wendy for a few days, but she already knew what she was like. It Wendy caught even a a hint of their relationship, she'd meddle in every way imaginable.
"We're going to break things off eventually," Isadora said quietly. "No to know. Saves or anyone else to know.
need you from worrying I'm just using your nto get ahead."
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