Angel Chapter 2

He was sure he could never afford someone like her, but she was friendly enough, and she smiled a lot, giving Brian a wild hope that she might actually be attracted to him. He was aware of his own good looks and charm, but he was neither rich nor educated, and knew she was way out of his league. Still, there was always the possibility that she had an itch that needed scratching that day, and wanted to have it done by some young bloke, such as him.

Angel rather liked the young man who was sitting beside her. He seemed nice and was handsome and quite charming. She had asked him his name, and addressed him by it, but he still called her Ms Jones or Ma'am. Probably had to be formal toward his passengers, she reasoned but, once she was no longer a passenger, he might loosen up a little. Angel didn't know anybody in the whole city, and she very much liked the thought of meeting and becoming good friends, maybe even sex partners, with an extremely desirable young chap like Brian.

Finally, her name was called, and she went to the counter to claim her trunk and, after inspecting Angel's claim check, the railroad employees placed her baggage on a wheeled cart. Brian pushed it out to where his limousine was parked. After unlocking all the doors with his remote entry, he started to load it into the boot of the vehicle. Angel started to offer to help him, but refrained when she realized he could more easily do it himself. Instead, she contented herself with admiring the rippling muscles in his back and arms and legs as he hoisted one end of the trunk into the boot and slid it in the rest of the way. He was not only tall and handsome, but also quite muscular, and attractive in every way. Even so, at least for the time being, she preferred to hold onto her overnight case until she knew more about him and his instructions.

"Do you have the address where we're going?" she asked the young man.

"Yes, Ma'am. It's right here."

After retrieving it from the front seat, Brian handed Angel the clipboard that held the work order he had been given earlier that day. He had been puzzled, because the address wasn't one of the first-class hotels, which were the usual destinations of his passengers. In fact, he hadn't even recognized the name of the street, and needed to look it up on a city map so he would know how to get there.