Yasmin waited almost an hour, staring into the darkness, hardly daring to breathe before sliding out from under the covers. Volkan’s heavy breathing continued uninterrupted as she stood and crept toward the closet. She placed her hand on the doorknob, then stopped, biting her lip. What if the noise woke him? But she couldn’t bring herself to escape naked.

Then she remembered, Volkan had tossed his suit jacket across the chair in the living room. He was big enough that the jacket should cover all the important bits.

Yasmin made her way from the bedroom to the living room and found Volkan’s jacket where he left it. She picked it up and slid her arms through the sleeves, buttoning it, but it was huge on her and gaped across her breasts. It covered her though, nearly going down to her knees.

She hurried to the front door, pausing by the bedroom to listen for Volkan’s deep breaths. Sure enough, he was still sleeping soundly. Relief went through her as she slid her feet into the sandals she’d left there after their dinner date.

She stared at the alarm panel next to the door. There was a solid green light and a blinking red light on it. She didn’t know what that meant. Actually, she had no idea how alarms worked at all. She’d never had to deal with one. Her family didn’t use them and the only job she’d had was at the hotel, which was open twenty-four hours. Though there was security at the hotel and panic buttons in case of emergency, there wasn’t anything like this.

Would it go off if she opened the door? She had to assume yes, which meant she only had a few seconds to figure out what to do once she was through the door.

She wracked her brains, trying to remember what the area outside the door looked like. The first time she’d gone through, she’d been passed out in Volkan’s arms. The second and third times had been before and after her dinner date with Volkan. Both times she’d been distracted by him and not paying attention to her surroundings. She was a terrible kidnap victim! She couldn’t remember any relevant details.

Thinking hard, she vaguely remembered that the penthouse was the only apartment on the floor. There was a vestibule with a table that had a vase filled with flowers. A set of doors led into a stairwell next to the elevator.

And there was also guards.

They were so quiet and stoic, wearing black suits that made them fade into the background. There might not even be anyone out there, though she suspected there probably was. If Volkan needed security during the day, she had to imagine he would need it at night, too.