Andrew said, "It's simple. In three months, I'll have my students spar with you. Then we'll see who comes out on top."

Chantelle replied dismissively, "What if they lose? What happens then?"

Andrew looked at her. "Nothing much to say. How about I give you my full attention for three straight nights?"

Chantelle first blushed with anger. Then, her face turned red as she glared at Andrew. "Make it a full week. That's my final offer. Either agree or forget about it."

Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Women in their 30s really do have bigger appetites! Okay, no problem."

"But what if you lose?" he asked smoothly.

Chantelle did not even hesitate. "I won't lose. But if I do? You can do whatever you want."

Andrew chuckled lazily. "Ms. Garcia, you never learn, do you? Remember our first bet? You lost that one too, and the price you paid… Well, let's just say that scene is still burned into my memory. It was glorious."

By now, Chantelle was mostly immune to Andrew's teasing. After all, he'd