21
The next day, Derek cornered Melissa after her second class. She spotted his black hair and broad shoulders in the doorway and spun around to shuffle with her bag.
“I’m busy, Derek.”
“That excuse is getting old. You’ve been busy for the past two weeks.”
“With all the new clients coming in, I have a lot to take care of.”
Derek approached her while she swung her bag over her shoulder. Melissa tried to side-step him but he came into her space anyway.
“We need to talk.”
“Talk? Talk about what? If you have a problem, discuss it with Cynthia. She’ll relay it to me.”
“Melissa, I didn’t do this to get in your way.”
“Well, you are.” She stared pointedly at his body which was keeping her from leaving.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“What do you want from me, Derek? My grand
