She reached behind her, patting the nightstand until she found her glasses, then shoved them onto her face. Now she could see him properly. His face was less harsh when it was relaxed in sleep, the lines bracketing his mouth less pronounced, and the skin surrounding his eyes smoother. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and the slabs of muscle in his back were defined, even though he was relaxed in sleep. Her fingers itched to reach out and trace him, to memorize the incredible wealth of male flesh in front of her.

Oh god, she’d slept with this man. Well… technically, they hadn’t done anything, but it still counted.

Morning sunlight spilled across the bed signaling that she’d slept later than she should have. Biting her lip, she pushed herself up in the bed as quietly as possible and crept toward the edge. She needed to leave, gather her things from her locker and head home to study before coming back to work her unexpected night shift.

Before she could leave the bed, Volkan grabbed her wrist, chaining her in place.

Gasping, she swung around to look at him.

His eyes glittered with watchfulness. Though he’d just been asleep, he now looked wide awake and alert. She blushed at his deep scrutiny, curtaining her face with her hair. It was her first time sleeping overnight with a guy. They hadn’t had sex, but she felt like she was about to do the walk of shame. Especially since she had to stop by her employee locker before leaving the hotel.

“Where are you going?” His voice was husky from sleep.

She tried tugging her hand away, but he held tight, forcing her to stay in an awkward half-in, half-out of bed position. Finally, she crawled back onto the bed to relieve the pressure on her shoulder. He sat up, pulling her closer and running a hand over his face, erasing the last vestiges of sleep.

“I have to study,” she said. “I have an exam tomorrow.”

“Study tonight,” he ordered. “I’ll take you out for lunch and shopping, then drop you off at home with plenty of time to study. You can’t work on an empty stomach.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I have to work tonight, which means I need to study this afternoon.”

He frowned. “Why would you work when you know you have school tomorrow? That seems irresponsible.”

She frowned back at him, annoyed at his assumption. Who was he to tell her what to do with her life? Again, she tried to pull her wrist away, and again, his grip tightened until she was forced to stop. “I rarely work on Sundays, but I took an extra shift last week as a favour and the hotel’s night manager decided I could do it again this week.”

“Without your permission?” His voice became deeper, angrier.

Yasmin hesitated, then said, “Yes.”

“No.”

“Uh… what?”