In the apartment all bets are off as Greg and Gwen start to go at it like a couple of teenagers. She has both of his shirts off by the time they reach the door of his bedroom.
"Oh God!" he whispers, enjoying every minute of it.
Gwen straddles him, still wearing her lacy underpants. As she hovers above him, her breasts nearly fall out of the camisole. As it is, the shirt gaps open and he gets an eyeful.
Gwen glances at his hurt leg, "Are you sure? Will you tell me if I hurt you?" she asks, suddenly afraid.
"Shut up, Gwen," he says, savagely flipping her over so he is on top of her.
They were awoken the next morning with a loud, "Oh God!" from Wilson who wandered into the bedroom to ask if Greg had seen his favorite pair of argyle socks. Both woke up.
"Good morning, Jimmy," Greg said.
Gwen grunted and rolled over, snuggling into him. She began kissing Greg's chest.
Wilson looks shocked and disgusted all at the same time.
"Close the door!" Greg yelled.
Wilson did so and the two on the bed burst out laughing.
"This is usually the part where I leave the money on the dresser," Gwen joked.
"Was this a one night stand?" he queries, pulling her even closer to him.
She smiles, "I'd like it to at least be a two-night and an afternoon stand."
"That can be arranged," he says kissing her deeply.
He studied her for a few moments, thinking of how much she fascinated him.
About 15 minutes later, fully dressed, the two went out to the kitchen where Wilson was putting on his jacket, "I'm going. I may have to poke out my own eyes but I am leaving."
"Good," Greg responded and gestured to Gwen, "Up on the counter!"
She laughed. Wilson did not.