Sirena's keys

"Wait! You dropped your keys," I say, picking up the keys and jogging after her. She turns, "Oh, I'm always doing that," she smiles. I pass her the keys, our hands momentarily touch, but during that moment, time seems to stand still - our eyes meet - my heart forgets how to beat, oh God, she is achingly pretty. Her smile broadens, her beautiful, unblinking, blue eyes stare back into mine, but suddenly I'm made aware of my surroundings again with the noise of a passing car. How long have I been staring at her like this? For all I know it could have been the past hour, but surely she would've dismissed me as a nut-case and walked off by now. I begin to say something without knowing what is going to come out.
"You've got really pretty eyes..." - Are you out of your mind? Why the fuck did you say that? You do realise that this is the school run you're on and you're not half drunk in some bar somewhere! Back pedal! and make it bloody good back pedalling.
"...I'm sorry, you must forgive me, I'm half Norwegian and we tend say what we think, what I meant to say was something like... it's a good job the keys didn't fall down that drain, I only meant to think that you have pretty eyes."
She smiles the cutest of smiles.
"It's a shame there aren't more of you Norwegians, flattery, key rescuing..."
"Oh well, you know, they only let so many of us into the UK at a time, it's a quota system based on the number of English trawlers we allow to fish in Nordic waters, it's pretty restrictive, but one or two of us slip through the net, from time to time..." Right, now you've just turned into some sort of rambling idiot.
Her smile turns to laughter, she momentarily averts her gaze, but then it returns and fixes on me again - the earth stops turning once more, her lips part and she's saying something, but I don't hear, instead, an overwhelming euphoria consumes me, I feel weak. Her beautiful hypnotic eyes draw me closer, we're kissing, tenderly at first, but then our tongues begin to explore. She tastes so sweet, I break, the intensity unbearable and as I kiss her neck she whispers "...eat me."
Her nails run over my flanks giving the most exquisite sensations as I kiss down her shoulder and her milky white breast. At first I tease her aroused nipples with gentle licks, but my compulsion to devour her overcomes me and my mouth engulfs one then the other. I trace a line with my tongue over the softness of her stomach whilst by hands follow the contour of her slender waist.
"Eat me! He actually tried to eat me. It's since he started the new low calorie cat food, he just has this insatiable appetite, I can't go near him. Would 2 pm be fine with you? I'd be really grateful - assuming you do do home visits?"  She looks at me expectantly.
"Err yeah, sure, I'll need to check the diary, but..." my head is spinning now.
"OK great, here's my number just in case. I'm just round the corner No. 31. It must be my lucky day, compliments, keys and you're also a vet," she says whilst handing me her card.
"Oh and by the way I'm Sirena."
"I'm Ed, Edward Soyuss."