Chapter Seven
Derek ordered Cakebread Reserve Chardonnay with dinner. Lexi adored Cakebread. She didn’t often have it because of the price tag, so this was a treat.
They chatted over dinner about work—his and hers. Now that she knew him better, Lexi told him about the fiasco with Rafaelle and why she’d been at Bogart’s that fateful Friday night.
“So, I suppose you fired him,” Derek asked before slipping a bite of sea bass into his mouth.
Derek had a great mouth—full and sensual. They hadn’t kissed yet. This was the third time they’d been together and…he was doing a helluva job of keeping her guessing.
“Absolutely. Then I confronted the president, Henry Bumpass. Flew to Kansas City and told him to stay away from my company.” She tasted her scallops. Divine.
Derek looked up from his di
