“I enjoyed that,” she admitted, and at his questioning look, added, “Lunch, I mean. It was really good, and the view is fantastic.”

“You would never have seen it if I hadn’t come into your life,” he said with an indulgent smile. He caressed her throat and cupped her shoulder, wrapping his big fingers around her. “You must admit, things haven’t been all bad since I brought you here.”

And there was his personality, ruining her good mood. Still, she forced the smile to remain on her lips. “You’re right, Volkan. There are some things I’ve enjoyed.”

He touched his thumb to her lips, then dropped his hand to her throat and circled it with his long fingers. Her pulse fluttered against him as he pulled her slowly toward him. His expression went from indulgent to suspicious. “Not that I’m complaining about this newfound complacency, but where is the wildcat of the past two days?”

She knew her pulse was battering against his grip. Thinking quickly, she licked her lips and lied. “I… our time last night… in the tub. It was so good, Volkan.” A well-timed blush swept across her cheeks and she could see a flare of triumph in his dark gaze when she mentioned his sexual prowess. “I was thinking maybe we could do it again?” Was he really stupid enough to fall for her half-hearted feminine wiles?

No, he wasn’t.

His grip tightened. His voice was eerily pleasant while his actions held an edge of violence. “You were frantic about your family yesterday, Yasmin. You care more about sex now than your loved ones?”

She could have laughed, but she didn’t. He just gave her the means to salvage this charade. “Of course I care about them. I thought maybe if I gave you what you wanted, you’d be more likely to let me contact them.”

His dark gaze was impossible to read. “We’ll see,” he said, then released her. “Come, our car will be waiting to take us to the airport.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Yasmin was surprised when they drove to a different airport than Heathrow, the one she’d flown into from Canada, but then she realized why when their car drove onto the tarmac and made its way to a private jet. She gaped as they approached and she couldn’t help looking out the window at it in awe.

It wasn’t as massive as the commercial jetliners, but it was big enough to comfortably hold… she counted windows… twenty people. She discovered exactly how much security Volkan had with him when they all piled onto the jet.

It made her realize there was likely no way she could’ve gotten away from Volkan when she tried to escape. Sure, she’d only seen two men, but where were the other eight? Henry seemed to be in charge of the others, issuing orders and then speaking to the pilot before takeoff.