Island Tango (Silver Goddess Series, Book One) (4 page)

“The tango continues.” He murmured huskily.

Shoving his hands into her thick tresses, he opened his mouth and seized hers, massaging her neck gently while ardently kissing her lips.  Herculea curled closer to him on his lap, rocking her head back and allowing him deeper access to her mouth.  The combination of too much wine, Pedro’s overwhelming masculinity, and a seductive evening breeze made Herculea dizzy. 
She felt aflame with desire to shred this man’s clothes to pieces and let him have her right here in the gazebo.  Instead, she let him continue his passionate assault on her mouth, feeding off her lips as though she were a feast after stark famine.

Feeling her self-control rapidly waning, Herculea breathlessly pulled away.  “Mmm.  Um, stop.  That’s enough for now.” She breathed shakily.

He
branded her with his gaze and tried to reignite the kiss, but she pulled back again.

“No.  Really.  I think maybe we should go.” Herculea insisted, still feeling her head whirl from the intense kiss.

“
You know that’s not what you want.  But I will drive you home
.” Pedro said with heavy disappointment.

“Yes, please drive me home. It’s been an unforgettable evening.”

He smiled slightly at her words, guiding her to the car and keeping one arm wrapped tightly around her waist.

Alone
in bed that night, Herculea
struggled to
fall asleep. 
Feeling a draft from the window, she flipped over onto her belly and pulled the covers over her head. 
As a haunting image of his face floated through her mind, s
he h
ad the
unnerving sensation that the evening with Pedro would
prove to
be unforgettable
for a very long time
.

Spell of hokus pokus, hell of pure black magic

Red wine and spices, common vices

Cayenne pepper, pomegranate juice,

Lemon, lime
and orange rind

Secrets of the sea, mysteries of the land

Passed down by the Ancestors
The Stolen Mortals’ revenge

Awaits soon

The Island of Vinova

Awaits forever

---Verse Two of
T
he Immortality Abyss

Chapter 3

Soaking in her chrome bathtub,
ubiquitous
glass of wine at her side, the Silver Goddess heard rustling from the adjoining chamber.  The shuffle of sheets and then the snapping of a zipper filled her ears as she took a deep swallow of her drink.  Thaddeus must be dressing to leave
after their interlude
, she surmised with a cynical smirk.  He liked to fancy himself free, but he could never stay away for long.  That was the magic of the Immortality Abyss.  One could take a brief respite from the Island of Vinova and roam free for a day or two, perhaps even a week, but
inevitably
the Silver Goddess’s clutches were too tight to escape.  More than that, her allure was infallible, and she knew it.

Pedro used to rhapsodize about her intoxicating fragrance of passionflower mingled with ripe strawberries.  He
had
inhaled the
irresistible
fragrance each time his boat docked onto shore,
feeling in
his core a sweet prelude of the pleasures he would
experience inside the castle with
his lover.

Without warning, the Silver Goddess poured the remainder of the wine into her throat, nearly choking on it.  Angrily, she hauled the wine goblet to the porcelain floor and sneered in satisfaction as it crashed into countless shards.   Thoughts of Pedro always had this effect on her.  She would never admit to herself how utterly foolish she had been to banish him.  So many days she wished she could somehow have him back.  But now he roamed among mortals…

Thaddeus dashed into the room with a concerned expression on his face.

“Is everything alright?  What was that crashing?”

She gave him a disdainful look.  What an imbecile he could be.  He followed her eyes to the shattered glass on the floor.

“What was that crashing? Well, let me see.  Could it have been the broken glass all over the floor?” The Silver Goddess lashed out at Thaddeus.

“This needs to be cleaned up before someone gets hurt.” Thaddeus advised.

This comment earned him another look of disgust from the Silver Goddess.

“Clean it up?  Shall I do it?” She balked, laughing humorlessly.  “Go get one of my manservants.”

With a glance of dejection blended with resentment, Thaddeus exited the room, his fists at his sides.  He was not her butler, and he despised when she treated him that way.  How could his body be so strong, yet his resolve so weak, he wondered in frustration.  In the corridor, he
saw one of the
muscular manservants
enter the Goddess’s chamber. 
An unwelcome twitch of jealousy pulse
d on his face, as Thaddeus stood
immobile, listening to the exchange between his lover and the manservant.

“Clean up that mess.” The Silver Goddess instructed harshly
from her bath.

Reflexively, the manservant stared into th
e water, trying to discern the G
oddess’s lush body parts.  This earned him another terse remonstration from her.

“Don’t ogle me! Just clean up and go.”

She knew she could be as rude as her temperament required.  Her manservants had drunk the wine years ago and were as fully trapped inside the Immortality Abyss as Thaddeus was.

“Quickly!” She screamed as the hapless m
anservant scooped up the broken
glass with his bare hands, depositing it into a plastic bag as fast as he could without cutting himself.

He didn’t dare look at her again, although from the corner of his eye, he could see that she was toying with him, letting her breasts rise just above the top of the water before concealing them again within a cloud of frothy white bubbles.

Thaddeus craned his neck in the hallway, pressing his ear against the wall.  He grimaced as he heard a delicate splash of water.  Had the manservant joined her in the bathtub?  Could she really be that treacherous?

Thadde
us had always liken
ed the Silver Goddess to an exquisitely carved ice sculpture.  The only difference was, she would never melt.  Her deep freeze somehow set his entire being bursting into blue flames.  He did not love her, but he felt a powerful sense of ownership over her.  And he would not let her strip him of his manhood by frolicking with another lover.

In a blind rage, he thrust himself into the room, narrowing his eyes to see the manservant still picking up the tiny pieces and the Silver Goddess bobbing up and down in the water as her breasts bounced provocatively.

“Back so soon?” She asked coolly.

He glared at her, fully aware that she was trying to seduce the manservant, although she probably had no intention of actually bedding him, Thaddeus kn
ew.  The G
oddess was fond of teasing men into a frenzy and then retreating cruelly.   Without a hint of self-consciousness, the Silver Goddess rose from the bathtub and gracefully stepped onto a plush rug.  Her skin glistened from slick bath oil, and a few stray bubbles flowed strategically down the length of her torso.  In the corner of the room, the manservant fought to stay focused on the task at hand, but still
watched
the temptress fr
om the periphery of his vision.
Thaddeus, meanwhile, looked at her full on, glaring even more ferociously now.

“Don’t get any ideas, lover.  I am going to recline on the beach now, and I require solitude.  Do not follow me.” 
She instructed.

She slipped into her satin robe and marched bare foot from the top floor of the castle all the way to the foyer where she sighed heavily as the door swung open, aided by a balmy wind.

The air was fragrant with both brine and sweetness.  She inhaled and exhaled rhythmically, content to be with nature once again.  Playing games with Thaddeus and the manservants was harmless fun, but this was the essence of joy.  She gazed out on
the cobalt blue water, darkened
by afternoon clouds that had just claimed an enormous slice of sun.  Without a hint of seduction, the Silver Goddess let her robe drape around her nude shoulders and fall to the sand.  Naked, she
sunk
onto the soft, pleasantly hot sand, staring up at the sky meditatively.

Why could life not always be so simple?  Why did it have to be complicated by painful relationships, forbidden spells, and, most of all, eternity?  She let these questions drift out of her mind as she shut her eyes, relishing the feel of the honeysuckle scented breeze caressing her bare skin.  In moments, she sank into a different kind of ab
yss: a quiet, dreamless sleep.

Only in her sleep could she visit the homeland she had abandoned for residence in the Immortality Abyss.  Only in slumber could she prance through the colorful streets of Rio de Janeiro, singing the carefree songs of her lost youth and dancing to the rhythm of pure joy.

*****

Herculea tightened the loop on each of her shoelaces and took her usual front row place in the
dance
class.  Her rubber-soled sneakers squeaked conspicuously as she shifted in her spot, already moving her feet in anticipation of the infectious music.  The woman next to her gave her a sour look, but Herculea didn’t notice.  She was completely in her zone. 
Latin dancing was
the one fitness class per week that she enjoyed completely.   People always talk about runner’s high, but Herculea was sure they must mean dancer’s high.  Every song oozed into the next, from calypso and merengue to sa
lsa
and
cumbia
.

In the corner of the room, the instructor
switched the stereo onto the highest volume.  Just the sight of her favorite teacher made Hercul
ea smile.  Lisa, a mesmerizing
firecracker with glossy  black curls and
café au lait
skin, was also a native of Peru, and Herculea felt comforted in her presence.  As the music blasted, the room exploded into action.

As she started to draw circles with her hips during the warm-up song, Herculea was haunted by her conversation with Pedro.  His tale of the Silver Goddess had certainly been intriguing, but had it been true?  The researcher in Herculea wanted desperately to track down the mythical figure on the Island of Vinova.  Did such a place really exist?  A combination of fear and excitement overcame her, and she began to shiver, even as beads of sweat trickled down her face from exertion.  She would have to consult with Kent.  He would advise her wisely.

*****

After dance
class, Herculea made a quick stop at home to take a shower before heading over to the university in search of Kent.  They had agreed to meet at the airport for their trip to Brazil, but Herculea needed to see
him now, and she was certain he
would b
e hard at work in his office.

Sure enough, Kent had his glasses on and was
studiously
inspecting a file on his computer when He
rculea appeared in the
doorway.
He instantly sensed her presence and looked up.

“Herculea, this is a nice surprise.” He smiled at her while removing his glasses and rubbing his computer-weary eyes.

Herculea thought Kent looked
intellectual
in his
glasses, but she
admired the
pure blue of his eyes without them.
“Hi Kent.  It looks like you’re busy.  Should I have called?” She asked politely.

“Not at all.  I really need a break, actually.  Sit
down, please.” He pulled out a
chair for her.

“Thanks, Kent.  You’re always so sweet to me.”

He gave her a quizzical look and inquired, “Is anything on your mind?”

“Actually, yes.” She took a deep breath
. 
She would just ask Kent directly what he might know about this mysterious character.  “Have you ever heard of the Silver Goddess?”

“
Which goddess
?” He asked, puzzled.

“The Silver Goddess.  I know this sounds crazy, but…supposedly, legend has it…that she is immortal and lives on the Island of Vinova
off the coast of Brazil
.”

Herculea regarded him closely, pleased to discern that his expression was serious, though confused.  Most people would laugh at what she had just said, but Kent was always respectful.

“I can’t say I’ve ever heard of her or her island.  Where did you hear of her?”

Not wanting to tell him about her date with Pedro, she evaded, “Someone told me.”

He didn’t press her further but frowned slightly at her response.  “Perhaps it could be some kind of anthropological hoax?  Like Big Foot?  Or the Loch Ness Monster?  There are no shortage of hoaxes in this world, Herculea.  And don’t forget about Piltdown Man…” Grinning self-consciously, Kent cut himself off.  “Listen to me; I’ve gone straight into lecture mode.  Occupational hazard.” He added wryly.