CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
I'd never been to a gay bar before. I hadn't quite known what to expect so, when Freddie took my hand and pulled me through the door of the coolest club in the world, I actually held my breath.
He'd laughed so hard when he had seen my face when he'd announced where he was taking me that night.
'Don't be such a prude, honey. It's only a gay bar. You've got nothing to worry about,' he said as he rifled through my limited wardrobe and finally opted for those amazing jeans and a bright sequinned top. When I went to put on my black boots, he shook his head dramatically and pointed to my black sandals.
'But it's freezing out,' I cried.
'Tut tut, girl. Style over weather - always.'
Reluctantly, I'd put the sandals on and grabbed my new black leather jacket.
He grinned.
