“I’ll be right back,” she promised breathlessly, pulling her hand away from his and leaving the car.

Her legs wobbled as she made her way across the street and let herself into the building. She was glad to see that she’d beat Vanessa home. She didn’t want to deal with questions while she was getting ready. She wanted her brain to be free to fantasize about her evening to come.

Never in her life had she clicked this hard or this fast with a guy. Sure, she’d had crushes, had gone out on other dates, but none of those other guys made her heart race the way Volkan did. His touch, the way he looked, everything about him was perfect.

As much as Yasmin wanted to rush her shower so she could get back in the car with Mr. Right, she refused to forgo the requisite hair removal. She ran a quick razor under her armpits, over her legs, and through her bikini area. There was no time to get fancy down there, so she finished up, rinsed the razor and hopped out of the shower.

She swiped the mirror with her towel and stared at herself, trying to decide what to do with her face. It was heart-shaped with round cheeks, golden brown eyes, a small, round nose, full lips, a widow’s peak, and a pointy chin. Her skin was a few shades darker than her eyes. She was cute, but not drop dead gorgeous. Not someone who turned heads.

She went with simplicity, and added only a light dusting of blue eyeshadow, some mascara and lip gloss with a peach tint. There was no time to do a full face, anyway. She put on her pink framed glasses, wishing she’d ordered more contact lenses. She’d run out months ago and hadn’t wanted to spend the money to get more.

She hurried from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her, shielding her from Hailey and Judd who were on the couch playing Call of Duty. Rushing into her room, she slammed the door shut and flung her closet open. Reaching into the back, past all her practical clothes, she grabbed one of the few dresses she owned.

She’d known from the moment Volkan asked her out that she would wear this dress. It was a hand-me-down from her sister, but it was perfect. Volkan wouldn’t be able to resist her in this. It was black with a golden splash at a diagonal angle across the front. There was a cutout in the side and back of the dress, baring her skin. It was a daring dress, but not inappropriate for the type of restaurant she suspected Volkan would choose. She chose a thong for underwear, though she hated wearing it, and pulled the dress down her thighs.