Chapter Eight
Lexi’d had a productive week, and she was feeling good. Brea’s new wedge sandal in five colors had great sales so far for the summer. Roseanne had returned from maternity leave so the backlog of price-promotion reporting could be brought up to date. And the copy for the new fall lineup looked fabulous.
She wouldn’t think about the designing she felt compelled to do to relieve the burden on Brea. But damn, if she could just find a decent designer, one who would fit well in the AK culture…
Since it was Saturday, she could work or take some time and do something for herself.
Derek popped in her head, and she couldn’t help but smile. They’d seen each other last night and the previous weekend and f****d several times Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Sometimes at his place, someti
