Yasmin didn’t mind. She’d been raised to work hard for what she wanted in life. She used a combination of student loans and her paychecks to pay for university. She also lived in a tiny off-campus apartment with four other people, including Vanessa, to save on expenses.

Lilly handed over her notes and took off at a jog to catch a train at the subway station nearby. Yasmin and Vanessa headed in the opposite direction.

“Whoa, check out the rich guy.”

A wave of prickles swept across Yasmin’s skin and she knew who it was before she even looked. Volkan Kartel. She’d looked him up in the hotel guest registry after he’d ordered room service on the weekend. She hadn’t heard from him since and had filed him away as decent fantasy material, but nothing more.

When she looked up, she found she was correct. The man had somehow found her at a university of approximately 60,000 students. She’d told him she went to university, but she hadn’t said which university or what department she was studying in, so it was a bit creepy that he somehow found her.

The sight of him stole her breath. Even from across the courtyard, he was impossibly gorgeous. Everything about him was perfect, from his sleek hair to his chiseled jaw, the enigmatic expression on his face and his negligent pose, leaning casually against the back of the car, sunglasses shielding his obsidian gaze. He was wearing another suit, this one dark blue and tailored to leave nothing to the imagination. The white dress shirt under his jacket opened at the neck with no tie. He was staring in their direction.

“Holy mama,” Vanessa breathed.

As they watched, he lifted a hand, pointed at them, then held his hand up to show three fingers.

Yasmin laughed.

“Is he… pointing at us?” Vanessa asked, as if she couldn’t believe her eyes.

“He’s pointing at me,” Yasmin confirmed.

“Why?”

“No idea, but I’m going to find out.” Yasmin took off at a jog, heading toward Volkan. Over her shoulder, she shouted, “I’ll meet you at home!”

“Who is he?” Vanessa yelled back, cupping her hands over her mouth.

Ignoring her, Yasmin ran toward Volkan, excitement making her heart leap in her chest. She couldn’t help the stupid grin that spread across her face as she stopped in front of him.

“Stalker.” The breathless eagerness in her voice took the sting from her accusation.

“I admit to asking around the hotel about you.” He pulled off his sunglasses and looked her up and down, a warm glow in his eyes. “Found out where you take your classes. Archaeology. An interesting choice.”

“I’ve always loved history and digging in the dirt for artifacts,” she admitted, wondering who’d blabbed about her at work. She didn’t mind this time since whoever gave up the goods on her had sent Volkan her way.