Blame It On The Gin by Frankie Love

She spills the dirty martini all over my suit coat, but I couldn’t care less.
Catching her before she falls seems like my idea of a perfect night.
She’s undeniably sexy and innocent in ways that make me want to protect her.
Screw getting a round of drinks — I need to get Ginny in my bed.
The chemistry is electric.
The desire is obvious.
Taking her home is easy. The hard part is keeping her there.
She’s the one. I know that for certain.
But she’s not so sure about me.

I may be a billionaire with all the money in the world — but Ginny Holiday is the only thing I want.