ANGEL

He went into the master bedroom, closing the door behind him. He felt more shaken than he would ever show. Why hadn't he taken her to the hospital as soon as he had found her? He gazed across to the photo he kept on his bedside table. The one of him and his ex-wife on vacation in the Carribean. She looked so beautiful in that picture, smiling with her hair blowing in the wind. The pain hit him like a sliver of glass in his heart and his facial expressions hardened. He walked over to his desk and pulled out the laptop he kept in the bottom drawer. This wasn't the one he used for his teaching, this one was different. He checked that everything was as it should be and then shut it down again. He would be using the information he had worked so hard to obtain, he knew there was something important there but right now his mind was too distracted

She looked so much like her, it was uncanny. His friends had said to him that he should get out there, start dating again, but he had never been able to. The memories were too vivid, too real and he knew that no other woman could ever compete. So why was he feeling this way? He didn't even know her, she said her name was Angel but he suspected she was lying. He had checked her bag but hadn't been able to find any kind of identification. Didn't that seem strange? Even though he knew he was crossing boundaries, he had investigated her phone but he couldn't get past the security features. He should hand it to her, he knew there was no reason to keep it from her but for some reason, he had decided to hold onto it for now

He knew she had something to hide, that was obvious from the way she had reacted when he had offered to take her to the hospital. Maybe she was on the run but from who? The police? Or someone worse? Or was there still the possibility that she had merely been in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was a simple explanation for the situation he had found her in? He didn't believe that though

Shaking his head to clear these thoughts he walked into his ensuite bathroom and turned on the shower. Letting the hot water cascade over his neck and shoulders, he started to relax. He took his shower gel and lathered it up in his hands as he massaged it over his chest and down to his stomach, across his thighs and down to his feet. As he moved up his legs again he realised he was semi-hard and he moved his hands over his groin area. The slippery soap aroused him and he grew hard and erect. He started to rub himself, slowly at first as he began reliving one of his favourite fantasies - him and his ex-wife in the private infinity pool overlooking the Pacific Ocean - this never failed to excite him and his hand started moving up and down vigorously as he closed his eyes to enhance the imagery. Something was wrong, he couldn't seem to conjure up the vivid pictures he was accustomed to. The pool grew dark and distant and to his shock, he saw the woman, Angel, pulling herself out of the water, dripping wet and her breasts protruding from her naked top half. "What would you like to do to me, Sir?" she questioned, staring unwaveringly into his eyes.

He twitched in surprise and the image faded away.. where had that come from? He hadn't meant to think of her at all. Suddenly he wanted to get out of the shower. He quickly dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist, moving back into the bedroom. He sat down on his bed and turned on the news on the TV. He watched for a while but saw nothing about a missing woman or any car accident. If anyone did miss her it was too early for anyone to raise the alarm, he thought. Just then he heard movement outside his room. He pulled himself up and walked over to the door, opening it and looking outside. She was there, weakly attempting to walk across the hall. "Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, "you should be in bed". He reached out for her but she shrugged him off. "I want my phone" she demanded, anger showing on her face "where is it?"

"Hey, relax" he tried to reassure her "I left it downstairs - I didn't want anything to disrupt your sleep. Come on, get back to bed - I'll give it to you once you've rested up properly" He tried to take her arm but she resisted and he found himself tightening his grip. "Come on" he insisted pulling her arm a little more roughly than he intended.

"Leave me alone" she spat at him, an instinctive reaction to his forceful manner. He felt irritation rise in him, all he wanted was to help her heal and this was the thanks he got? He grabbed her waist with the other hand and physically dragged her into the bedroom. "Stop being stupid" he scolded her "you can barely walk!". He was angry with her now, and he pushed her down onto the bed. She lay there sprawled, her long smooth legs spread wide and he couldn't help but stare at the way her panties outlined the shape of her vagina. She noticed him looking and pursed her lips. She was flushed from the way he had manhandled her and thrown her onto the bed. It had felt passionate as if he was about to pounce on her and ravish her sexually. She tried to calm herself but her breathing was short and her heart rate too fast. "What do you think you're doing?!" she asked angrily "who do you think you are, keeping me captive like this?"

"I'm not keeping you captive" he felt exasperated by this woman, why wouldn't she do as she was told? He felt a surprising urge to grab her and spank some sense into her. He had to restrain himself from doing so and he could feel himself becoming aroused despite himself. "Look, rest tonight, get some sleep and tomorrow we'll see how you are. As soon as you're able to, I'll help you to get back home, wherever that is, ok?" he tried to keep his voice calm and level but it was hoarse and husky, he didn't know what was happening to him but he needed to get out of here before he couldn't hold himself back any longer. She seemed to sense his excitement because she slowed down her struggling and started to move more slowly and languidly. "Well, if you promise I can have my phone and I'm free to go tomorrow then I suppose I can stay here tonight" she was looking straight at him and he thought he could detect the faintest smile on her lips as her eyelids drooped slightly, seductively. She ran her hand up her side, almost cupping her breast which was pert and very visible beneath the tight t-shirt. He felt his throat go dry. Was she enticing him? He couldn't, he knew, he had to get away before anything happened

He nodded and she stared deeply into his eyes. He felt mesmerised by her gaze, hypnotised by the way she attempted to stare into his soul. "Do you like what you see?" she asked boldly, provocatively and she arched her back so her body raised slightly, invitingly. He didn't know why but he felt panicked, trapped and he backed quickly out of the room, closing the door without saying anything. He stood there for a moment panting slightly, his mind a whirl. She had been playing with him, challenging him and he had liked it. It unnerved him, he still loved his wife and anyway he didn't know anything about this woman. He sensed the darkness in her, it disturbed him but he felt himself wondering, intrigued. He was in his own house yet she had turned the tables on him momentarily and reduced him to a nervous schoolboy, too afraid to speak. He turned away from the door and then stopped. He turned back and pushed the lock across. He wanted her to sleep anyway, he would come and let her out in the morning and then take her to the hospital or wherever she wanted to go. Just get her out of here, he thought to himself.

Angel lay still after she heard the lock click into place with only one thought on her mind - why did her bedroom door have a lock on the outside?