Her stomach turned and she looked away from it taking a good hit of whiskey.
Gavin smiled. “C’mon out to lunch and I’ll tell you all about it. I have a car waiting out front.”
“I... um... alright,” she said, downing the rest of her drink and grabbing her bag.
* * * *
She definitely had all eyes on her as they were shown to their table. As far as she was concerned it was her choice of dress. Everyone in the place was in three piece suits, expensive business dresses and blazers. She had on a pair of jeans, a “Gin Ninety-three” T-shirt and a pair of Doc Martins. Her hair was left down and loose and was tousled and wind blown. What she didn’t realize, however, was that most of the people looking at her were doing so because of the article. Everyone who was anyone knew Gavin and his choice
