Le Bistrot Vivienne- Chapter 4

The winter has come earlier this year. It was October and Paris was freezing cold. It was 5 o´ clock in the afternoon and that art presentation would start in two hours. “Louis Vitton. Champs Eliseés “her favorite store. She got herself a stunning pair of black high heels “ this is how you kill a man…wearing high heels”…” or you get killed by one “ she laughed at herself. She never thought about death meaning as her dead, because she was never afraid of it.
Deirdre arrived to the Gallerie Vivienne at the right time. The Gallerie was absolutely full of people “the Parisian are always so elegant” she thought getting herself a glass of red wine. She was sweeping with her eyes the environment trying to find him, she knew he was there. Couldn’t be late to see what the presentation was about. Sculpture. Italian marble carved woman’s hips and hands. A black marble representing woman’s sex, Deirdre recalled how much she missed fucking. It’s been just so much traveling that she could not run to Marrocos aisle and get lost with a hot man with a huge dick crazy to fuck her. Of course that would be someone that she would never see again.
Obviously the artist was a man. Only man could picture woman’s body like that. Only man driven by the madness of pursuing a woman’s body could do that. Only man hungry to penetrate a woman and fuck her hard could sculpt like that. “As for my passion for man’s dicks I could be a hell of a sculptor”. Also, Paris inspires that on human beings. There’s nothing like fucking in Paris…Fucking, eating, drinking wine Paris is good for anything. It is good to be a woman in Paris.
No Lituan clue. Deirdre was starting to get hungry. Suddenly a voice came from behind whispering on her ears with a heavy accent:__A woman in black, drinking wine by herself…what a threat!
It was him. The Lituan was right behind her.
__Please allow me to introduce myself, Vince Britsk. But I know you are a well traveled girl you could call me Vilnius as I´m called in my home country. Have you been to Lituan?
__Deirdre Vess, please to meet you.
He kisses her hand.
__No I have never been to this country before. She replied sharp.
__Hence my passion for women this place bores me and I am hungry. Would you like to join me?
Synchronicity.
__Yes, I would be pleased.
__Good. Prepare yourself to have the best food in your life….
Bistrot Vivienne. Right beside the gallery. Deirdre knew that place well. She was somehow attracted and frightened by the coincidence of the facts. She was fascinated and scared because she found her target and now she is about to dine with it.
They got a table and ordered more wine. He was right in front of her and she could see his face more clearly now. He was beautiful. A mixture of danger and sweetness.
He started to tell her about his passions, his life and all the women he loved. Deirdre lost track of his speech and traveled inside his eyes, his lips, and his voice. That face was familiar to her. It was obvious that they both knew who they actually were. He was chased by the Intelligence and she was a spy.
__Are you with me Miss Vess?
Deirdre came back in a snap.
__Absolutely.
__I was saying how your beauty is fascinating. Almost frightening….
Deirdre was scared. Scared of herself. She had to figure how she would catch him but she was confused. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to do so.
__Excuse me, I need to use the restroom Mr Britsk.

TO BE CONTINUED