Blame It On The Gin:On The Rocks

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.