A bad date turns into more than just a summer fling.
Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen and more than happy with everything that's going on.
Enjoy..
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KATIE
Gerrard Duprat wasn't a bad looking guy, if you were into slightly portly balding blow bags.
After listening to him drone on for almost two solid hours, I wondered again how I'd managed to let myself get roped into having to sit through dinner with such an overbearing twit.
But considering he was one of our top clients, and he had asked my boss if the two of us could meet over dinner to discuss his account, I didn't really have much choice but to agree. At least if I wanted to work my way up in the company.
My boss Joan, trying to console me, had chuckled and said, "Come on, Kate, take one for the team. I'v
