“Oh my god,” Lisa breathed out in a hushed tone, a sheet draped around her naked figure. “It was…”
“Intense,” Gabriel finished for her before kissing her forehead gently.
“You can say that again,” was her reply.
She turned to the left to face him and propped herself on an elbow. “You do realize you lost the bet.”
“I didn’t lose the bet, as you put it,” he rolled his eyes. “I just had to travel.”
“Well, you shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep. I was looking forward to boning the great Gab Ferreira by the end of last month but then he had to go to Italy. Imaging how disappointed I was.” She faked hurt and put her hand on her chest.
“Hey, who was it again who refused to go to Italy with me?” He countered.
“Why? So you’d spend all your day in meetings and then come to the hotel
