Marie de Bourbon, Countess of Soissons

She invited them to come to her villa and finish off the evening of talking and drinking in the posh suburb of Neuilly, espousing verbally her "fascination for beautiful young Americans like you." But it would never do to go to her place, where the other bodyguards and servants would be. The Western French agent who was taking the other bodyguard's place could hardly fake his way into Louisa's very lair. "But this is your night for drinking American," Don protested, thinking quickly. "You honor us with your words… and your beauty… so I think you should come with us to our suite at the Continental. It just so happens that I was able to get two full fifths of Harper's Bourbon through French customs. And I'm a Scotch drinker. Please, 'Countess,’ you must be our guest.” "Ah! Your invitation is most interesting," Louisa admitted, her face glowing with promise. "Yes… it will be more in time… cozy. And I am so fortunate to meet you tonight. I am in a… an uninhibited mood… adventuresome. Do I scare you with my frankness?" "Not a bit," Marie said, letting her eyes roam with obvious relish over the exposed cleavage and licking her lower lip. "After all, 'Countess,' what do Americans come to Paris for-not just to see the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower-but for adventure!" "I will come with you… on one condition… " Louisa stated, pausing for effect. "What is it?" Don asked squeezing her hand and turning on his charm, hoping the "condition" was amenable with their plans. "You must never again call me 'Countess,’" Louisa said, bringing a silent sigh of relief from Don. "Everything must be informal ...»