Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 330

Isadora was seated right next to Nanette.

She watched as Finley, moving with deliberate slowness, began to undo the buttons of his patterned shirt, working his way from the top down. Each button revealed a little more of his chiseled torso, the muscles beneath shifting in the low light.

Then, with both hands, he gripped the sides of his shirt, about to pull it open in one dramatic motion.

Every woman in the room stared, utterly transfixed by the slow-motion display—some even found themselves absentmindedly biting their lips or swallowing hard.

Suddenly, a jacket flew in from across the room, landing squarely on Isadora’s head and blocking her view completely.

Isadora: …

Victor strode in, tall and imposing, each step exuding a kind of effortless authority.

His voice, low and edged with irritation, cut through the stunned silence. “Should I call up a film producer for you? Or do you all plan on giving a full show tonight?”

Finley, noticing Victor’s arrival, shrugged and let his hands drop, abandoning his striptease.

Even the boldest partygoers knew better than to cross the heir to the Fitzgerald dynasty. At the sound of Victor’s icy voice, Finley grabbed his shirt and quickly slipped it back on.

A few people in the room recognized Victor at once, gasping in surprise and whispering urgently among themselves.

“That’s Mr. Fitzgerald!”

“I think his family company invested in your last film.”

“If only he’d look at me just once, I could die happy.”

Victor swept his gaze coolly around the VIP lounge, then fixed Finley with a pointed look. “This is how you look after my people? Putting on a strip show for them?”

Finley looked genuinely put out. He’d been aiming to show off for Nanette, not Isadora—how had he ended up in trouble for this?

“Ridiculous,” she muttered. She could take care of herself. Why did he think it was any of his business?

Victor, seeing the stubborn set of her jaw, couldn’t hide the jealousy in his tone. “What, you still want to go back inside and watch some guy take his shirt off?”

Isadora shot him an annoyed glare. “Isn’t Finley your friend? That doesn’t really count as ‘some guy,’ does it?”

Victor’s frown deepened. Something about that answer bothered him.

“Even if it’s him, that’s a no. If you’re going to look at anyone, it should be me.”

A wicked thought seemed to occur to him; he leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“If I remember correctly, it’s been a while for us. Maybe that’s why you’re feeling a little restless. That’s on me. But the doctor said—it’s safe for us to get back to it after three months.”