“Hey, wait. Give that back.”

“I’m your driver, remember?”

“No. No, you’re a complete stranger.”

He stops abruptly and I nearly run into his back. “I introduced myself, didn’t I? We’re at least acquaintances now.”

Oh, that was nicely done. He’s criminally attractive and charming. Get a grip, Hara, before someone stuffs you in the trunk and sells you for parts. “You could be an organ seller for all I know.”

“Choi Yujun is no criminal,” the second man bursts out with so much indignation that I almost start to feel bad.

A dimple on the other side of Choi Yujun’s face appears as his hand returns to his pocket. There’s a gasp behind me and then the sound of something crashing into something else. I don’t need to look to see what happened. Obviously, another traveler caught a glimpse of this man’s smile and lost her mind—completely relatable because here I am contemplating getting into his car.

“I’m not,” he says. “But to be honest, I’m also not a driver as you assumed. I’m an ordinary citizen who got off his flight from Hong Kong and was waiting for my car to arrive.”

My brows crash together. “Then why didn’t you correct my assumption?”

His dimples deepen. “Because you’re adorable and you apparently needed a ride.”

Adorable. He called me adorable! He’s lethal. I take a step back.

“But what about the car Boyoung ordered for me?” I look back toward the terminal and look around for another blue-suited man and find not one, but several dotted all over. Many of them are holding signs. In fact . . . I squint. I think I see my name on someone’s iPad. “Oh no.” My purse slides to the ground as my stupidity finally sinks in.

“It’s okay. Anyone would’ve made the same mistake.”

It’s a lie, but a nice one. With burning cheeks, I bend over to grab my purse and to hide that I’m completely humiliated. I give myself an internal slap. It’s time to stop being a foreign fool and start acting like a person with manners and sense.

Straightening, I gather my composure. “I’m sorry. I’m tired and obviously mistook you for the driver my friend had arranged, but he’s over there.” I laid eyes on Choi Yujun and decided, irrationally, that he was my ride, and I didn’t even bother to look for someone holding a sign with my name because in my lust-induced myopia, it couldn’t be anyone else.

“It’s a long trip from the States,” he sympathizes. “I’m not a very good traveler myself, and in a foreign country it is easy to get confused. I find America very challenging. Please allow me to help you.” He folds my hand between his two large ones. He’s so sincere and he’s so warm and there’s not one hint of mockery in his voice or expression. “As a proud citizen of the Republic of Korea, it is my duty to make sure that your adventure here starts off right. Allow me to take you to your home as I promised so that I can face my mother and tell her she raised me right.”