Petals of Passion. An Erotic Short Story. Justin Fenris

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      All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

      Contents

      Title Page

      Copyright

      Petals of Passion

      Author’s Note

      Petals of Passion

      Rhett Evans fastened his seatbelt after the pilot-in-command made the announcement to prepare for landing. That was it. The seven-hour long flight from New York to Paris was almost over. He looked out the window at the blue sky and fluffy clouds. He closed his eyes, imagining he would be walking soon the streets of La Ville Lumière, the City of Light.

      A cute flight attendant in a blue uniform with a handkerchief around her neck walked by, checking that seatbelts were fastened.

      «Well, we’re almost there,» said the gray-haired late-middle-aged man sitting to his right.

      «Yes,» Rhett said, «So happy to have finally made it to this city.»

      «Oh no, young man. Paris is not a city, it’s a world.»

      Rhett smiled. «Right, Francis I of France.»

      «You surely know your French history. Do you speak the language?»

      «Oui. I received a Master’s degree in philology and cultural studies just a couple of months ago.»

      «That’s very good,» said the man. «And what business is bringing you to France?»

      «I took a sabbatical after college. To travel and explore the world.»

      «It’s a great choice you started with France,» said the man. «I always feel like home here. Though, when I came here first I spoke not a word of French. It’s an amazing place I don’t think I’ll find anywhere else in this world.»

      He fell silent, staring dreamily in front of him as the plane began to land.