I knew I’d pushed Derek too far last night, and I was right. The next morning, he was different, his eyes dark and intense when he looked at me at breakfast. Matthew was there too, but Derek barely glanced at him. I could feel the tension, like something was about to happen. I was nervous but excited, because I knew I was finally getting to him.

After breakfast, Derek stood up and looked right at me. “Delilah, come with me,” he said, his voice low and scary.

“Where?” I asked, trying to sound tough, but my heart was racing.

“My office,” he said. “Now.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow, but I...