feel better. Reacting quickly, she wrenched on the invisible limb, ignoring the deep grunt of pain she heard from her prey, and twisted round, hooking one of her legs round what she presumed was his torso and locking him into place on the cool marble floor. Then she stared down, realising how ridiculous she must look, hovering about half a foot in the air, even though she was actually straddling what felt like a very warm, very hard body.
‘Why don’t you tell me,’ she said through gritted teeth, trying not to look as scared as she was feeling, ‘exactly who you are and what the hell is going on?’
Coop gazed up at her in astonishment and with more than a tinge of admiration. He had no idea how she’d managed to work out he was there, or indeed that he was invisible, but he was rather impressed. He could easily escape from her tenuous ‘capture’, but he was enjoying the sensation of her thighs locked around his body. He relaxed and grinned.
‘Bravo, Skye,’ he purred softly.
At the sound of his voice, Skye stiffened and tightened her grip. ‘What’s the meaning of this?’ she yelled, aware of the screech beginning to seep into her voice. ‘Are you some kind of mad scientist?’
Coop chuckled. ‘Hardly. Merely the victim of a rather undeserved punishment. Tell me, how did you work it out?’
Skye ignored him. ‘Look, Mr Kamadeva,’ she began.
‘Coop,’ he interrupted.
‘Huh?’
‘Coop. My name is Coop.’
‘Whatever,’ she dismissed. ‘You need to tell me what is going on here – or else.’
‘Or else what?’
Skye stared down at the blank floor underneath her. She had absolutely no idea. Now her suspicions were confirmed, she had no clue what to do next. Mr Kamadeva, or Coop, or whoever he was, didn’t sound particularly upset or even worried that she’d caught him out. And if someone could genuinely be invisible, what else might they be capable of? She had a sudden vision of her body being fried and charred by lasers shooting out from a set of glowing eyes.
‘Or else I’ll call the police,’ she said shakily. ‘Let them decide what to do with you.’
‘How will you get to a phone?’ Coop asked, enjoying himself immensely.
Nonplussed, Skye rocked back for a moment. ‘Er…’
‘Let me help you.’ And with one swift move, Skye felt the body underneath her twist. There was a pressure in the small of her back and, before she knew it, she was being flipped over until she was lying flat on the tiles and her imperceptible employer was sitting on top of her. She shrieked and tried to escape from beneath him, writhing in the iron-clad grip on her arms and thrashing her legs. She pulled one way then another, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t budge an inch. Eventually, tiring herself out, she stopped.
‘There now. Hold still, and I’ll get you that phone,’ murmured Coop, releasing one of her wrists and reaching into his pocket.
Skye watched, mouth dropping open, as from nowhere a mobile phone floated in the air. It moved down towards her.
‘You need to dial 100 to reach the Greek police,’ he added, placing the device in her free hand.
She stared at the phone, then stared up at where she presumed her captor’s face was.
‘Go on,’ he urged. ‘Tell them you’re being held prisoner in a luxurious mansion by an invisible man. They’ll rush straight over, I’m sure.’
Skye swallowed.
‘Shall I dial for you?’
She watched disbelievingly as the buttons on the phone were pressed down and the number 100 appeared on the screen.
‘All I need to do,’ Coop said calmly, ‘is press the little green button and you’ll have a helpful operator to chat to. You can tell them everything. Just say the word, Skye.’
She gazed at the phone, realising the futility of such an action, then shook her head.
‘Are you sure?’
Skye nodded. She was completely screwed. Nobody would ever believe her. She was being held by an invisible man with good taste in aftershave
‘Why don’t you tell me,’ she said through gritted teeth, trying not to look as scared as she was feeling, ‘exactly who you are and what the hell is going on?’
Coop gazed up at her in astonishment and with more than a tinge of admiration. He had no idea how she’d managed to work out he was there, or indeed that he was invisible, but he was rather impressed. He could easily escape from her tenuous ‘capture’, but he was enjoying the sensation of her thighs locked around his body. He relaxed and grinned.
‘Bravo, Skye,’ he purred softly.
At the sound of his voice, Skye stiffened and tightened her grip. ‘What’s the meaning of this?’ she yelled, aware of the screech beginning to seep into her voice. ‘Are you some kind of mad scientist?’
Coop chuckled. ‘Hardly. Merely the victim of a rather undeserved punishment. Tell me, how did you work it out?’
Skye ignored him. ‘Look, Mr Kamadeva,’ she began.
‘Coop,’ he interrupted.
‘Huh?’
‘Coop. My name is Coop.’
‘Whatever,’ she dismissed. ‘You need to tell me what is going on here – or else.’
‘Or else what?’
Skye stared down at the blank floor underneath her. She had absolutely no idea. Now her suspicions were confirmed, she had no clue what to do next. Mr Kamadeva, or Coop, or whoever he was, didn’t sound particularly upset or even worried that she’d caught him out. And if someone could genuinely be invisible, what else might they be capable of? She had a sudden vision of her body being fried and charred by lasers shooting out from a set of glowing eyes.
‘Or else I’ll call the police,’ she said shakily. ‘Let them decide what to do with you.’
‘How will you get to a phone?’ Coop asked, enjoying himself immensely.
Nonplussed, Skye rocked back for a moment. ‘Er…’
‘Let me help you.’ And with one swift move, Skye felt the body underneath her twist. There was a pressure in the small of her back and, before she knew it, she was being flipped over until she was lying flat on the tiles and her imperceptible employer was sitting on top of her. She shrieked and tried to escape from beneath him, writhing in the iron-clad grip on her arms and thrashing her legs. She pulled one way then another, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t budge an inch. Eventually, tiring herself out, she stopped.
‘There now. Hold still, and I’ll get you that phone,’ murmured Coop, releasing one of her wrists and reaching into his pocket.
Skye watched, mouth dropping open, as from nowhere a mobile phone floated in the air. It moved down towards her.
‘You need to dial 100 to reach the Greek police,’ he added, placing the device in her free hand.
She stared at the phone, then stared up at where she presumed her captor’s face was.
‘Go on,’ he urged. ‘Tell them you’re being held prisoner in a luxurious mansion by an invisible man. They’ll rush straight over, I’m sure.’
Skye swallowed.
‘Shall I dial for you?’
She watched disbelievingly as the buttons on the phone were pressed down and the number 100 appeared on the screen.
‘All I need to do,’ Coop said calmly, ‘is press the little green button and you’ll have a helpful operator to chat to. You can tell them everything. Just say the word, Skye.’
She gazed at the phone, realising the futility of such an action, then shook her head.
‘Are you sure?’
Skye nodded. She was completely screwed. Nobody would ever believe her. She was being held by an invisible man with good taste in aftershave
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