Lust Sans Novels & Stories

Louis greeted me with one of his ravishing smiles, his eyes hidden behind his black ray-bans. "Good morning,” I murmured glancing sideways at the dark jeans and long-sleeved white shirt he was wearing, and put on my own glasses. "Someone is not in a good mood,” he said without losing his smile as he started after I buckled up. "It's a pity, I woke up wonderfully." "Surely because you slept more than five hours,” I said, watching him pass the street where Matt's bar and offices were located, "Where are we going? It was there.”