She smothered a yawn and blinked, looking around. Excitement was giving way to bone-deep exhaustion, and she still had to get to the flat before she could collapse. She spotted a man holding a sign that read ‘Yasmin Mahdi’ and headed toward him. She slowed as she approached, taking in his large, muscular body in a black suit. He looked more like Volkan’s bodyguard, Henry, than a town car driver.

Now, where had that thought come from?

She’d managed to go the entire flight without once thinking of Volkan. When her thoughts started to stray his way, she shoved them forcibly aside. She was wasting too much time thinking about a man she never wanted to see again.

Yes, he was super hot, with a scorching body and eyes that seemed to delve right into a woman’s inner thoughts. He had money and charisma. Everything a young woman should want… but that wasn’t all there was to him. There was a frightening side; the side that kept coming out when he was with her, particularly when she was paying attention to someone else.

There she went, thinking about him again. She would have to dig him out of her brain and toss him to the wind. She was half a world away from him. The likelihood of ever seeing him again was extremely low. She was safe.

Yet, somehow, that thought didn’t make her feel better.

“Hello, I’m Yasmin,” she said, approaching the man in the dark suit.

He nodded and tossed the sign in a trashcan. “Let’s get your bags.”

Yasmin trailed after him as he went toward the conveyor belt that would circulate the luggage from her flight. She pointed out the bag as it came down, and he hefted it over his shoulder. It weighed exactly fifty pounds, the weight limit for her flight, and he lifted it like it was nothing.

“This all?” He took her carry-on from her as well.

She nodded and then followed him as he strode through the other passengers. She noticed a couple of other guys dressed like him that seemed to follow them, but she assumed they were probably other drivers picking up their newly arrived passengers.

“Here.” The driver led her to a car and opened the back door.

She slid inside, grateful to be seated again. Despite the long flight, her body felt like it was working against her. She desperately needed to sleep. She felt a thump from behind her and turned to watch as the driver slammed the lid to the trunk after tossing her bag inside.

The windows were tinted but she could easily see out.

As he climbed into the car, she asked, “How long will it take before we arrive at the flat?”

“Nearly an hour at this time of day.”

Yasmin almost groaned out loud. She didn’t think she could stay awake that long.