Caroline gave me my dinner reservations and also provided a few options as far as the best boutiques in the area. I had just a few hours to find the perfect cocktail dress that would wow Rich’s socks off – or rather his entire suit and everything underneath. What the hell am I thinking … I can NOT have sex with Rich Davis. I want to work in his editorial department. This has always been my dream job and I can’t mess that up now for just one incredible night under the sheets with him. Or, could I? Maybe we could just pretend to be strangers tonight … as Rich had suggested. And, tomorrow would be a new day. I found the perfect dress in a small boutique in the most upscale area of D.C. Even though it was a bit out of my price range, I pulled out my credit card to pay for the purchase. Hopefully, I would soon have a better paying job and could afford to pay down the large amount of debt I had incurred over the years with my frivolous spending habits. Arriving back at my hotel room at around four in the afternoon, I had just enough time to hop in the shower before getting ready for my dinner date with Rich.
