87. Dinner At Scarlett's.

Gavin was staring at a house. A rather not so odd, but frankly, not so normal looking house either. It was small, but still big enough to show that it was opened by a rich person. The doors, windows, and every other thing that showed color, was reddish, or if not that, they were pink.

"It has to be here," Gavin said, bringing out his phone from his pocket, and calling Scarlett. "I think I am in front of your house. Please come out and lead me in. I don't want to go into the wrong house."

"Yeah, I can see you from the window," said Scarlett. "You are standing right in front of it. Don't worry, I left the gates open. You can come in. I don't bite. Unless of course you want me to."

Gavin ignored her last words and went into the house.

Scarlett meanwhile was inside getting herself ready for Gavin. She put on a slender body hugging red dress that showed as much skin as she wanted. At the neck down to the chest, there was a demarcation that left her cleavage open. While down at the thighs a