Morgan's pov:

"May I join you?" Winston asked, his eyes sparkling with a smile.

"Sure" I replied.

He took the seat opposite mine and turned to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccine pasta and a side of chicken."

"And I'll have the beef Wellington and some wine."

"Wine?" Winston asked and chuckled.

"I know it's the middle of the day but I need it." I said with a sigh. " You don't want to know why."

"Okay that will be all?" The waitress asked, her gaze travelling between us both.

"Yes thank you," I said. She walked away to get out orders ready.

"Actually, I do." Winston said, making me...