“No, you will not work tonight. You’ll stay home to study and sleep.”

Wow, did she ever wish the world worked the way he apparently thought it worked. “He’ll fire me if I don’t show up for my shift.”

“He won’t.” Volkan finally released her, threw back the blanket, and rolled off the side of the bed, reaching for his jeans. Only then did she notice he’d taken his trousers off. She looked away, but when his back was turned stole another glimpse. Holy heck, did he ever have a nice butt. Perfectly rounded, tight, his underwear cupping each cheek in loving tribute.

Her mouth watered and she slapped a hand over her lips to stifle the nervous giggle that threatened to erupt. Come on, Yaz! You might not get out much, but you know what a naked man looks like.

Despite her little chat with herself, she couldn’t help but glance again when he turned around. This time her jaw dropped, though her hand covered her now open mouth. Holy. Freaking. Heck. Either his underwear designer was a genius, or this man was built… down there. The bulge was everything.

He caught her gaze and grinned at her, showing her the dimple that made her heart flutter. Dragging his jeans up his legs, he zipped and buttoned them. He didn’t bother with a shirt, and she didn’t have the decency to look away from the treasure trail that led from his chest to his ripped abs.

He picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and scrolled through a contact list until he found the person he was looking for. He hit the number and waited. A few seconds later, someone answered.

“Andrew, I need a favour.” No preliminaries, nothing. Apparently, the guy on the other side of the call felt there should be pleasantries first, because Volkan said impatiently, “I’m fine, but I need you to do something for me. I’m staying at your hotel in Toronto, and I have an issue with one of your employees.”

“What are you doing?” Yasmin hissed when Volkan paused, listening to whatever Andrew was saying.

Volkan covered her mouth with his hand, pushing her back until she was laying down. His hand clamped over top of her mouth didn’t hurt, but it was weird and uncomfortable. “The guy’s been harassing my girlfriend, Yasmin Mahdi. He put her on the schedule when she can’t work and is now threatening to fire her if she doesn’t show up. I don’t appreciate my girl being treated this way, Andrew. This isn’t how a successful business should be run.”

He paused again while Yasmin tried to remove his hand. What the hell was the guy made of? Rebar?