–Reeve, she's Lucia, from Costa del Sol –his friend introduced –. Lucia, my friend Reeve.
–Nice to meet you – she said.
She kissed him two times –one for cheek – and smiled playfully. Reeve paid attention in her tanned skin and her curly hair. She was an exotic and beautiful woman.
Lucia was positive and cheerful, with interesting conversation. They both spent many hours talking, and some times they danced together. That wasn't something special, only a pastime.
One night, Lucia introduced him to her friends. The ladies were sitting around a table, drinking and talking loudly. Like Lucia, her friends looked nice and jovial. But Reeve only looked at the youngest woman sitting in front of him.
She had a long, blonde hair and pale skin. Her eyes were light green, like the superficial water-sea. Her cheeks had a soft blush, and her mouth was little and red, like a cherry. For some seconds, Reeve thought that she resembled a mermaid.
Lucia and her lovely friends liked to play a strange lucky game. The game consisted to put some covered cards onto the table, one for each girl, and the one who took the ace of hearts won. That time, the prize was a dance with Reeve. He smirked with a funny smile.
The ladies seemed charmed with it. The only one that not looked happy with the game was the mermaid. She seemed a little disappointed. Reeve looked at the covered cards on the table. Lyra, a dark haired woman, took the ace of hearts, and the mermaid sighed with the joker in her hand.
–I never have luck in these games –she said in low voice.
Really she was an unlucky person. Every time they repeated the game, she didn't take the winner card. After eight plays, the mermaid seemed bored and sad. She was alone on her seat. Reeve sat down next to her and started to talk.
–I'm sorry –he said, looking at the cards on the table –. We couldn't talk properly.
–It's not your fault –she smiled –. They wanted to play and I'm jinxed.
–Sure?
–Yes. I would never had taken the ace of hearts. The luck refuses me.
The mermaid lowered her eyes, under her dense eyelashes. Reeve thought that she looked very lovely.
–Well, perhaps I can give you some luck –he nodded.
–Really? –she looked at him with a funny sight.
–Yes! For example, I can give you the winner card.
Reeve moved the covered cards on the table, took one and gave it to her. The ace of hearts. She arched her eyebrows, incredulous.
–I can repeat it, if you want –he offered.
She nodded and he put again the cards onto the table. Three times he played, three times he took the winner card. Reeve had learnt that old trick when he was a teenager, simple but effective. The mermaid looked charmed.
–I wouldn't play with you, 'cause you win every time –she explained.
–The winner are you, not me. I said that I would give you the ace of hearts, remember?
–Well, in this case, I win a dance with you.
She smirked and stood up. Reeve followed her up to the dance floor. A tiny voice in his mind started to advice: that woman had something strange, something dangerous. Her voice, her sight and the way that she moved were too attractive. Perhaps she was a real mermaid, like the mythological creatures that enchanted sailors and guided them towards the rocks.
It isn't good, he thought. And if she had planned the situation to call his attention? And if all of that was a trap? She seemed very satisfied dancing with him, too close to his body. Under the middle darkness, her skin seemed soft, her eyes shined and her lips looked wet.
Reeve had promised himself that he would never fall down for the temptation. And now, the temptation was she, and he was at one step to fall. The mermaid looked at him with a sexy smile, and touch his cheek slowly.
Run, run away! his mind shouted. But Reeve didn't do it. Some kind of rash attitude had born in him. She wanted to play, and he wanted the same. He wasn't the kind of man that went with unknown women. However, that unknown woman was too beautiful, too sexy, too desirable. She caressed his neck and he embraced her waist.
Tomorrow, when the sun rise up at the horizon, he will feel embarrassed and guilty for sleep with the no-name mermaid. But now, they were kissing at the dance floor.