She ran a brush through her damp hair, leaving it to flow down past her shoulders. Sliding her feet into a pair of black strappy heels, she snatched up an evening purse and transferred her wallet from her backpack. Taking one last look in the mirror, she rushed into the living room.

Vanessa came through the front door before she could leave.

“Can’t talk, gotta run!” Yasmin announced, hugging her friend on her way out the door and into the hallway.

Vanessa stared after her in shock, then stuck her head back through the doorway and yelled, “I expect a full explanation from your hoe ass when you get back.”

“I promise!” Yasmin blew her a kiss before pushing her way through the fire doors and onto the stairs.

Volkan was standing outside the limousine when she stepped from the building. He straightened away from the car and watched her cross the road. His appreciative look made her feel like a million dollars.

“That dress is…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but reached for her, sliding his hand along her waist where the cutout bared her skin. Goosebumps erupted across her skin as his flesh touched hers. He leaned down and touched his lips to her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

She smiled and slid into the car. She couldn’t wait to see what sort of fun their date would bring. Her first proper date in a long time, and with someone like Volkan! There was no telling where the evening might end.

Chapter Three

Volkan took her to an upscale restaurant in the downtown core, not too far from the hotel where she worked. Yasmin had never been inside but had occasionally facilitated delivery from the restaurant for hotel guests.

Volkan held the door for her and they were greeted by the host who addressed Volkan as Mr. Kartel before he could ask for a table. A thrill went through Yasmin. They knew Volkan on sight.

“I’ve never been here before,” she murmured, looking around as they were shown to a table by the window. The room was spacious, the tables set far enough apart that diners could have an intimate experience. The serving staff wore black dress shirts and trousers with long white aprons. They moved with the ease and confidence, carrying their trays with effortless skill.

“I come here frequently when I’m in the city.” He waved the host away.

Stepping toward her, Volkan reached for a chair and held his hand out to her. “Please, sit.”

Yasmin held her breath as she slid her hand into his. She hoped her palms weren’t sweaty. For a moment, as he lifted and squeezed her hand, she thought he might bring it to his lips, but he merely guided her into the seat he held out for her.