Hotel Du Bristol, ParisMatt sank down into a curved burgundy leather armchair, in the Bar Du Bristol. He cradled his glass of cognac in the palm of his hands and gazed over at a wall mural showing a wooded scene with a strange planet hovering in the dark sky beyond. His thoughts kept drifting back to Lisette. He couldn’t shake her image out of his mind. On meeting her earlier he had felt tingling sensations run down his spine. He sensed chemistry between them, or am I deluding myself?
“Matt, you look miles away and distant from this world.”
Surprised, he quickly jumps up to see a beautiful Lisette standing behind him. She was wearing a low cut blue satin top with a cream pencil skirt partly concealing her shapely stocking veiled legs. “Wow! you look gorgeous.”
“Merci monsieur,” said Lis
