When Gabriel and Lisa were about to leave the restaurant in which they had had breakfast, a beautiful and leggy brunette came swaying her hips their way, and Lisa heard her husband swear under his breath. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion at that but she didn’t dare ask anything.
She was still much too shy around the man, much too awkward in her behavior with him too, to do so.
The brunette was heading their way, with an unmistakable intent in her eyes, and Gabriel met her halfway, blocking Lisa from her. His sweet wife didn’t need a scene.
“Stalking me now?” He let out icily, his eyes glaring down into the designer’s own.
“Don’t make me laugh,” she scoffed, “You’re not all that, Gabriel!”
“Why are you here then, Miss Daniels?” He asked, unimpressed, unfazed.
“I saw
