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millions, and women who packed lightly were as rare as unicorns. She couldn’t wait to see what else was in store for her.
     
    The two men waited in the hallway with her bags as Hannah quickly walked around her tiny apartment and checked that all of her lights were off and that the windows were locked. When she was satisfied, she grabbed her purse and walked out the door, closing and locking it behind her.
     
    Sadiq and Naasir began making their way down the hall with Hannah in the rear. As she walked behind them, she laughed at the sight of a famous sheikh carrying a nightclub singer’s bags down two flights of stairs in a Brooklyn walk-up. If only the tabloids could see him now , she thought gleefully.
     
    The waiting limousine was much like all the others Hannah had seen on the streets of New York City—the difference with this one was that she was going to be riding in it.
     
    Naasir set the luggage on the curb and walked over to the door, opening it for Hannah. Once she was inside, Sadiq slid in after her and closed the door behind him.
     
    The quiet of limousine took Hannah by surprise. The normally loud streets were muted instantly, and the stillness of the cabin brought with it the reality of what was happening.
     
    Hannah looked over at Sadiq and smiled nervously.
     
    “Are you all right?” he asked, his body inches away from hers.
     
    “Um, yeah, sure. I’m fine.”
     
    Keep cool , she told herself. Hannah had a bad habit of running at the mouth when she was nervous or mad. It had gotten her in trouble many times in her youth, not to mention the scene at the Blue Moon just last night. Hannah had again let her anger rule her mouth, even though she knew better than to talk to Harvey that way. Even though he had been way out of line, he was still her boss and she needed the job at his club.
     
    Now, sitting in the back of a limo with a very rich, handsome man, Hannah tried her best to make sure her nervousness didn’t get control of her mouth.
     
    Sadiq smiled suspiciously. “You don’t look fine.” He paused as he realized what he’d said. “I mean, you do look fine. You look more than fine. Actually, you look,” he looked down briefly as if he were embarrassed, then their eyes met. “You look beautiful.”
     
    Hannah swallowed hard. Nope, don’t go there , she thought. You already screwed up by getting involved with your last boss—pure, that was just a lousy nightclub gig, but this is an opportunity that could alter your future forever. Don’t go there, Hannah.
     
    She smiled weakly, unable to quite ignore the intent of his comment. Then her better sense returned and she sat up straight. “Thank you,” she said curtly. “You look nice, too.”
     
    Ugh , she thought. I am the world’s biggest idiot. Okay, Hannah. Just calm down. Think of something causal to say.
     
    “It’s just,” she began as Sadiq turned toward her. “Well,” Hannah turned to face him. “You know how when you go on a long trip, there’s so much you have to take care of before you go? You have to remember to do the laundry, lock everything up, empty the fridge, water the plants, pay the bills.” Hannah’s eye’s flew open wide at that. “Oh no! I forgot to pay my credit card bill!”
     
    Sadiq laughed. “Oh, yes, I understand. That happens to me all the time.”
     
    Hannah looked at him and scowled. “Are you mocking me?”
     
    Sadiq sat back in the seat and smiled. “As a matter of fact, I am.”
     
    To Hannah’s relief, the exchange broke the tension, and she was finally able to sit back and relax as they made their way to JFK.
     
    ***

Around half an hour later, the limousine pulled in to a private part of the airport that Hannah had never been to before. When the car stopped, Naasir opened up the door, smiling warmly as Sadiq got out and extended his hand for Hannah.
     
    Hannah emerged from the limousine and found Sadiq instantly swept away by several Middle-Eastern men in black suits.