“Look, Volkan,” she said. “I didn’t mean to mislead you. I had no idea Aisha would call. I’d put in a few hours of studying and I was hungry. It made sense to meet her. I didn’t think to let you know.” She stopped short of apologizing for hurting his feelings. She didn’t owe him anything. They were barely dating and after this, she was pretty sure they weren’t even doing that. He had to have been watching her apartment to know she’d left, and the thought freaked her out.

“You lied to me,” he growled, ignoring her explanation.

Yasmin jerked her arm, finally freeing one of them from his too-tight grip. She wanted to rub away the pain where he’d held her, but he was still gripping her other arm.

“I didn’t lie,” she said impatiently. “I didn’t know I would leave the house when I said goodbye to you earlier.”

“You shouldn’t have left the house,” he said insistently.

Yasmin frowned, anger rushing through her. “You did not just say that to me! No one, and I mean no one, gets to tell me where I should be. I get to decide for myself. There’s no room in my life for someone who thinks they can dictate my schedule.”

His stare was heated, but the anger was melting into something else… something more visceral. Lust. He wanted her. It was like he was enjoying her anger on some level.

“Is that what you think?” he drawled.

Fury spiked through Yasmin, which was unusual. She was generally a level-headed, cheerful person. She didn’t indulge in anger often. Red flag number three. She’d had enough.

“You know what, Volkan? I’m done,” she announced, glaring up at him. “You followed me here and ruined what was previously a wonderful day. I don’t understand why you think you have the right to tell me what to do and I don’t like that you’re jealous of my sister.” She paused, waiting for him to deny her charge.

He didn’t. He stayed silent, his gaze pensive, as though he was listening to what she was saying, but his thoughts were somewhere else.

She lifted her chin and stared back at him. “I don’t like the way I feel around you, and I… and I don’t want to see you anymore.” There, she’d done it. She’d broken up with the man she’d barely started dating. She’s only seen him… what… four or five times? They’d gone on two dates. She’d been on an emotional rollercoaster, and she was ready to get off.

“Let go of my arm,” she said in a low voice.