Book 4: Not Giving In

Sydney's POV

I squinted at the sunlight streaming through the windows. Who had drawn back the curtains this early in the morning? Of course, I knew the answer. Who else but my boss, Killian Barlowe? 

I looked around and found myself in the middle of the bed, almost on his side. My cheeks flushed at the implication. Did I sleep all over him? I sucked in a deep breath, but it only made me realize his scent was all over me. 

Shit! That was such a pathetic thing to do. Did I drive him away from the bedroom? How would I face him now? 

I wished I didn’t have to. But he was my boss now, and I brought this added headache upon myself. 

My eyes widened, realizing my situation, and I sprang from the bed to check the time. It was eight o’clock, and I was late on my first day at work. Killian would be so mad at me. Did he leave already? I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. Why didn’t he wake me up before he left? Was he mad at me?