- Steele, Inc.-Atlanta
Steele in the
- Part 1
- Debra Talley &
(This story is part of the Brendan
- Revised April 1999
- "Come on!" Laura urged as she
walked into the office of 'the great Remington Steele' and
addressed the man sitting behind the desk. "We don't want to be
- "We won't be," Remington answered
as he glanced at his watch. "We've got plenty of time."
- "Where have I heard that before?
You simply have no concept of time. Perhaps I should start keeping
count of how many times you've been late to an appointment.
- "What is time," Remington mused,
"but a man made concept for measuring..."
- "Come on," Laura demanded as she
pulled him from his chair. "We have to drive all that way out to
the plant and you know what the traffic is like at this hour. I've
already called Fred and he's downstairs right now with the
- "Expeditious, as usual, Miss
Holt," Remington said as he followed Laura out of the office. "And
exceedingly, fetchingly lovely," he added, enjoying the view as he
walked behind her.
- Laura, dressed in a smoothly
tailored blue suit and matching fedora, ignored his
- "We'll be out at the soft drink
plant for the rest of the afternoon and evening," Laura said as
they passed Mildred's desk.
- Mildred merely nodded as her
employers walked out of the office and down the hall.
- "I don't see what the big deal is
about unveiling a new cola product," Remington admitted as they
stepped into the elevator. "And I certainly don't understand why
they had to hire a detective to guard their secret
- "The soft drink business is big
business these days," Laura explained. "Rival companies are always
trying to outdo the competition in order to gain the consumers'
attention, not to mention their money. Some companies even pay big
money to have celebrities endorse their products."
- "Hmm," Remington commented as
they stepped from the elevator and began walking through the lobby
toward the main doors. "If I remember correctly, just the other
night you had your eyes glued to the telly during every commercial
break, hoping to see that new diet cola commercial with...
- "I did not!" Laura denied. "I was
hoping to see the new commercial for..."
- "Corn Flakes?" Remington asked.
"Hamburger Helper? That new Chocolate TV Dinner?"
- Laura punched Remington in the
arm and he yelped appropriately. After rubbing his arm gingerly,
he helped Laura into the limo, which was waiting at the
- "Really, Laura. You seem to have
a great deal of hostility toward me this morning. Perhaps you
would treat me more kindly if I did a commercial," he mused. "I
could hawk razor blades...or typewriters...or perhaps..."
- "...pillows," Laura
- "Pillows? Really, Laura; why
would I hawk pillow?"
- "Remember the doctor from the
sleep disorder clinic who wanted you to promote his new line of
pillows?" Laura spread her hands in front of her, as if seeing the
slogan. "Sleep as safe and
sound as Remington Steele."
- Remington was silent for a
moment. "Yes, well...I'm still sleeping on that one."
- "It wouldn't have worked anyway,"
Laura said as she smiled enigmatically.
- "Oh? And why is that, Miss
- "I have no intention of sharing
your face with millions of adoring females."
- "What's wrong with my face?"
Remington asked, rubbing his left hand over his face.
- Laura reached up and patted his
cheek. "Absolutely nothing, Mr. Steele. Which is exactly why I
have no desire to share it with anyone."
Remington captured her hand with
his and slowly brought it to his lips. They stared into each
other's eyes for a long moment before Laura withdrew her hand and
picked up the file folder she had been carrying.
- "Sometimes I'm so diligent, I
even scare myself," Remington sighed, but he took Laura's cue and
went into detective mode, going over the finer points of the case
with her one last time before arriving at the plant.
Remington and Laura were given a tour
of the cola plant by the president himself. Their final stop was the
room where the reception for the unveiling would take place.
"Very informative," Remington
commented politely. "Intriguing operation you have here. But tell me,
- "Mr. Pop-Top," the president
- "Ah, yes; of course. How could I
have forgotten?" Remington asked with a laugh. "Tell me; doesn't
your name get a little awkward at times?"
- "I could ask you the same
question, Mr. Steele," Mr. Pop-Top pointed out.
- "So you could, Sir; so you
could," Remington agreed good naturedly.
- "Now, are you sure everything is
set?" Mr. Pop-Top inquired nervously.
- "Don't worry, Mr. Pop-Top," Laura
reassured for the tenth time. "Everything will be just fine.
You've put yourself in very good hands with the Remington Steele
Agency. Mr. Steele will be overseeing every aspect of tonight's
festivities. He will be here and on his toes all evening, You have
nothing to worry about."
- "The reception starts at eight,"
he reminded them, "and the VIPs will begin arriving at
- Both Remington and Laura
- "What say we drink a toast to
tonight's unveiling?" Mr. Pop-Top suggested as he walked to a
nearby table and began pouring a dark liquid into three of the
- "Sounds delightful. I must
confess, I was getting a tad thirsty," Remington explained as he
took his glass.
- "That's very thoughtful of you,"
Laura said, taking her glass and sniffing it.
- "To a successful evening,"
Remington said as they raised their glasses and clinked them
- Mr. Pop-Top guzzled his cola and
carefully studied Remington and Laura as they cautiously tasted
- "You are the first individuals in
the general public to sample my masterpiece," he explained.
- They took several more
- "Ummm...it's quite good, for a
cola," Remington conceded.
- "Very refreshing," Laura said
- "Have another," Mr. Pop-Top
offered, refilling their glasses before giving them a chance to
refuse. "Go ahead. Help yourselves to all you want."
- Waving to the cases being set up
in a corner, he continued. "This is my pride and joy...The
fulfillment of twenty five long years of testing and retesting
until finally it was just right. What you're drinking now is the
culmination of all my dreams and hard work. Have you ever had a
dream, Mr. Steele?"
- "Yes, indeed," Remington nodded,
glancing at Laura with a trace of a smile on his lips.
- "Then you understand how
important this night is to me, Mr. Steele. Now if you'll excuse
me, I have things to attend to," Mr. Pop-Top said, leaving the
- Remington glanced around the huge
room where the festivities were to be. The bare room was being
transformed into a gala arena by a hive of busy workmen.
- "You didn't tell me this was
going to be a black tie affair, Laura. If you'll notice, we're not
exactly dressed appropriately."
- "Never fear, Mr. Steele. Your tux
and my dress are in the trunk of the limo," Laura said, patting
his chest. "We can change later."
- Still sipping at their drinks,
they began making a final check of the area.
- "This stuff really isn't bad,"
Laura admitted, "but it's nothing to get excited about."
- "You're right about that,"
Remington agreed, pouring them each a refill and glancing at the
label. "I certainly don't see anything here that would make this
cola different from all the others."
- "I know you would prefer Dom
Perignon to this," Laura said, giving Remington a quick kiss, "but
somehow I don't think they'll be serving that tonight."
- "Pity., but I guess we'll just
have to make do with what is available, eh?" he said, returning
her kiss before finishing the contents of his glass.
- "Ummm...We better finish our
inspection," Laura pointed out.
- "Why?" he asked. "Everything
certainly appears secure."
- "One can never be too careful,"
Laura replied. "We need to check behind every crack, every
"For what?!" Remington asked.
Taking his arm, she added,
"....behind every table, every chair, every potted fern..."
To his surprise, Laura suddenly
dragged him behind a large potted plant and and began kissing him
passionately. Pulling away from her a moment later, he gave her a
Seeing his stunned expression, she
managed to compose herself. "I'm sorry...I really don't know why I
Laura's last words were lost,
however, as Remington took her into his arms and began kissing her
with equal passionate. It wasn't long before she was returning his
kisses and they were lost in a world of their own.
Somewhere in their befogged brains,
they heard Mr. Pop-Top's booming voice. "Is everything all right in
here?" he asked, walking into the room.
- Laura and Remington quickly came
to their senses.
- "Uh, just checking things out,"
Remington mumbled squeakily as he and Laura frantically began
putting their clothing in order.
- Mr. Pop-Top was mesmerized by the
snatches of movement he had seen behind the wavering fern. He was
quite sure it had been each other his private detectives were
- With red faces, Laura and
Remington stepped out from behind the large fern and faced their
- "Uh, everything appears to be
quite secure. I can personally guarantee that there are no hidden
bugs in the potted plants," Remington said as he ran his hand
through his mussed hair.
- "You never can be too careful
about things like that," Laura sputtered as she fidgeted with the
tie on her blouse.
"Indeed," said Mr. Pop-Top as he gave
them an amused once over. "Well, I've got things to do. Carry on,
As soon as their client left, Laura
quickly took Remington's handkerchief out of his suit pocket and
wiped lipstick from his face in several places.
"What got into you?" she demanded as
she rubbed his face raw.
"What got into *me*? You pulled *me*
behind that potted plant, remember?" Remington pointed out with a
scowl as Laura spit on his handkerchief and resumed rubbing.
"You're right. I don't know what
happened. I was just suddenly overcome by an uncontrollable surge of
passion which caused all reason to flee," Laura explained as she
gazed deeply into Remington's eyes and began running her fingers
through his hair.
- "Those were my feelings exactly,
Miss Holt," Remington agreed, gathering Laura in his arms and
planting little kisses on her neck. He paused long enough to look
at her and say, "To hell with the case; some things are more
- "Indeed, Mr. Steele,"she
whispered against his lips.
- A sudden loud crash and a series
of loud bangs brought them back to earth.Without a word they took
off running, buttoning and tucking on the run.
- Mr. Pop-Top lay on the floor, his
leg trapped beneath a pile of tables which had toppled over on
him. Several workmen lifted the tables, allowing Remington to pull
him to safety.
- "I'd say it's definitely broken,"
Remington announced after a quick examination of the leg in
- "How can you be so sure?" asked
Mr. Pop-Top, wincing.
- "Broken legs are Mr. Steele's
specialty," Laura explained with a grin, patting Remington's
shoulder. "Believe me, he knows."
- Remington merely grunted and
addressed Mr. Pop-Top instead. "Do you think someone is trying to
sabotage tonight's unveiling?"
- Mr. Pop-Top looked embarrassed.
"No...I, uh, slipped on an ice cube," he confessed sheepishly. "I
had just knocked over a bucket of ice and wasn't watching my step
- "Very dangerous, those stray ice
cubes. Why, I remember a night in a Marrakech bar when a carefully
placed ice cube saved me from a grisly death at the hands of
bloodthirsty assassins," Remington explained, getting a far away
look in his eyes.
- "Uh, Mr. Steele... The case at
hand?" Laura reminded with a frozen smile.
- Remington returned to the case at
hand, but not before giving Laura a chastising look. Mr. Pop-Top
insisted on being present for the unveiling, so after some
discussion it was decided the gala would be postponed until the
- The paramedics agreed with
Remington's diagnosis and were loading Mr. Pop-Top into an
ambulance when the media arrived. Remington announced the
postponement and shortly thereafter, he and Laura were in the limo
sipping glasses of the new cola.
- "This stuff really does grow on
you, doesn't it?" Laura commented as she scooted closer to
Remington, resting her head on his shoulder.
- "Indeed," Remington agreed as he
put his arm around her shoulder. "That was really quite thoughtful
of Mr. Pop-Top to give us an entire case of the stuff."
- They sipped in companionable
silence for a few moments.
- Then Remington had a sudden
inspiration. "Miss Holt, the evening is still young. What would
you say to a leisurely romantic dinner, followed by a night of
dancing? I might even be persuaded to drink champagne from your
- "It sounds wonderful!" she said
as she snuggling closer and began nuzzling his neck.
- "Swing by the office, Fred,"
Remington instructed. "We'll change there before we head for the
- Seeing that Remington was lost in
thought, Laura ceased her nuzzling. "Care to share your thoughts,
Mr. Steele?" she asked.
- "Ummm. Just thinking about Mr.
Pop-Top's leg poor leg."
- "Better his leg than yours,"
- "I couldn't agree more,"
Remington said. "Although it did have its compensations last time.
I never knew a sponge bath could be such an erotic
- They both laughed at the special
memory. After Wally had rigged the elevator in Remington's
building, Laura had knocked herself out trying to be an efficient
nurse. Unfortunately, nothing she did seemed to satisfy Remington.
He was upset about something, and Laura became more and more
resentful that he wasn't more appreciative of her efforts. When
she finally demanded an explanation of his attitude, his reply
caught her off guard: "You give me powders, pills, baths,
injections, enemas when all I need is love. William Holden to his
nurse, Bridge Over the
River Kwai, Columbia,
1957." From that moment on, Laura's nursing took on a whole new
- "And don't you dare offer to play
nursemaid for Mr. Pop-Top," Remington warned.
- "Never fear, Mr. Steele. I'm
saving my talents for your next broken leg," Laura promised,
patting his leg.
- As her hand began inching its way
up his leg, Remington pulled her closer for another kiss. They
were totally oblivious to Fred in the front seat. They did not
even come up for air until the limo came to a halt in front of the
twin towers. Retrieving their evening wear from the trunk, they
entered the building and caught an empty elevator to their
- Laura and Remington took full
advantage of their empty elevator. When the elevator door opened
on the 11th floor, they broke their kiss and headed to the offices
of Remington Steele Investigations. Remington's jacket was draped
over his arm, his suspenders were hanging loose, and his shirt was
unbuttoned and untucked. Laura was carrying her pantyhose and her
jacket, and the bow on her blouse was hanging loose.
They caressed each other as they
walked down the darkened, deserted corridor. Remington had a hard
time unlocking the double glass doors because of the tiny kisses
Laura was placing on his chest, but the door was finally
Remington locked the door behind them
but didn't turn on the lights. He and Laura headed to his office,
dropping clothes along the way. Remington's jacket and shoes went
first, followed by Laura's jacket and shoes. These were quickly
followed by Laura's pantyhose, Remington's shirt, Laura's blouse,
Remington's trousers and finally Laura's skirt.
"If any distraught clients come in,
they'll just have to come back tomorrow," Laura sighed, closing the
door to Remington's office with her foot.
Mildred parked her car in front of
the dancing fountains and curiously eyed the limo, which was parked
in front of her. She walked to Fred's window and tapped on it.
"I thought Mr. Steele and Miss Holt
had that cola reception to attend tonight," Mildred said after he
lowered his window.
- "It was postponed," Fred
explained. "Their client broke his leg,"
- "Better him than the boss,"
Mildred said. "So, what are the kids doing here at his
- "Changing clothes for an evening
- "Sounds exciting. I'll wish them
a pleasant evening when I go up. I forgot my checkbook."
- "Ms. Krebbs, it might be a good
idea if you use discretion when you enter the agency," Fred
- "What do you mean?"
- "They've been
quite...amorous...tonight," Fred explained.
- "The Boss and Miss Holt?! In
public?! You're kidding!"
- "If I didn't know better, I'd say
there's something in that cola they've been drinking. You know how
reserved they usually are in public."
- "Tell me about it!" Mildred
- "Believe me, Ms. Krebbs; neither
of them have any inhibitions tonight."
- "Thanks for the warning. I'll
keep that in mind," she promised.
Bidding Fred good night, Mildred
entered the lobby. By pure chance, she entered the same elevator
Laura and Remington had used a few moments earlier. While trying to
digest Fred's startling announcement, she noticed something on the
floor. Bending over, she picked it up and examined it. She recognized
immediately that it was Remington's tie; she had given it to him last
Christmas. Stuffing it into her purse, she cautiously stepped from
the elevator and made her way to the agency.
Though the door was locked and the
office was dark, Mildred could vaguely make out a trail of scattered
items leading to Remington's red door. She opened the door with her
key and retrieved the first item, which was Remington's jacket.
Dropping it back to the floor, she followed the trail of clothing to
its abrupt end at Remington's closed door.
- Mildred grinned to herself. She
didn't have to put her ear to the door to hear what was going on
inside. Finally, her kids were mixing business with pleasure at
the office. Of course, she had thought the same thing during the
Dark Prince case and it had turned out to be merely an audio
recording. But between the clothes strewn all over the carpet and
Fred's observations, Mildred knew her assumption was correct this
- It was about time, she thought
with a chuckle as she retrieved her checkbook from her desk
drawer. She quietly tiptoed to the double glass doors and opened
them. Then remembering Remington's tie, she took it from her purse
and tossed it onto the carpet with the rest of the scattered
clothing. Grinning, she locked the door and left.
- Mildred made it out of the office
and down the corridor just minutes before light suddenly spilled
beneath the crack of Remington's door. Laura and Remington were
both smiling as they hurriedly began dressing for their evening
- "I can't believe it took us four
years to finally have a romantic interlude in this office,"
Remington said as he shrugged into his white dinner jacket.
- "I must admit, it was a
stimulating experience," Laura agreed, standing in front of
Remington so he could zip her dress.
- "Let's not wait four more years
to repeat the experience," he said, bending his head and planting
tiny kisses on her bare shoulders.
- "Hmm...It's a promise. But right
now, I'm hungry."
- "So am I," Remington murmured
- "For food," Laura
- Remington sighed. "Of
- He kissed her ear lobe.
- "And candlelight."
- He kissed her cheek.
- "And romantic music."
- He kissed her lips.
- "And dancing until dawn!" he
said, sweeping her into his arms and swinging her around the
- Their laughter echoed musically
through the empty room. Remington ended their dance with a dip and
for a few moments they were lost in each other.
- With a loud sigh, Remington
pulled Laura into a standing position and gave her a playful pat.
"Don't forget your slippers," he reminded her.
- "You're right, Mr. Steele," Laura
agreed with a sigh of her own. "We'll be late for our reservation
if we don't hurry."
- They completed the finishing
touches on their attire and walked into the agency's lobby. Seeing
the trail of discarded clothing left in the wake of their rising
passion, they burst into laughter.
- "We'd better clean up. We
wouldn't want to shock Mildred, now, would we?" Laura asked as she
began retrieving her discarded clothing.
- "Somehow, I think nothing we did
would shock Mildred. That woman's imagination works overtime,"
Remington explained, picking up his own clothing. Suddenly he
noticed his tie on the floor. "That's strange," he remarked,
picking it up with a puzzled expression.
- "What's strange?"
- "I thought I dropped my tie in
the elevator," Remington explained.
- "Well, either you're mistaken, or
someone came in here and returned it," Laura rationalized. "And we
certainly didn't hear anyone."
- "Laura, burglars could have
carried off every piece of furniture and we wouldn't have heard
them!" Remington explained.
- "Well, nothing seems to be
missing, so let's just forget it. We've got more important things
to do tonight," Laura reminded him as she put her arms around his
neck and kissed him.
- Remington was more than ready to
repeat their earlier performance, but Laura broke the kiss and led
him towards the door. "Dinner awaits, Mr. Steele. And I can
promise you a simply scrumptious dessert."
- As they reached the door and
Remington unlocked it, he suddenly took Laura's clothing and added
it to his own. Grinning widely, he tossed the bundle into a nearby
- "Let's give Mildred something to
think about, eh?"
- Laura and Remington sat gazing
into each other's eyes in the dimly lit restaurant. Remington was
stroking Laura's hand as it rested before him on the table.
Laura's stockinged foot was slowly inching its way Remington's
- "Penny for your thoughts, Mr.
Steele," Laura murmured.
"Frankly, my dear, I have a sudden,
powerful and very ignoble desire to kiss you till your lips are
somewhat bruised," Remington confessed.
"Oh, you sweet talking American,"
Laura said with a smile.
- "David Niven to Maggie McNamara,
The Moon is
Blue, United Artists,
1953," Remington explained.
- "I might have known it was a
movie reference," Laura said.
- Suddenly, a tall, thin young man
with glasses walked vary excitedly to their table. "Laura? Laura
Holt?" he asked.
- Laura and Remington looked up in
surprise. Laura smiled as she recognized their intruder but before
she could speak, the young man grabbed her face and gave her a
resounding kiss. Her eyes showed her shock as she began to make
protesting sounds, pushing against his chest. Before she knew it,
however, she suddenly felt herself giving in to the kiss, enjoying
it more than she could ever have imagined. Her arms soon were
wrapped around the his neck.
- Remington was embarrassed and
frustrated by Laura's passionate display, but managed to appear
icy calm."Long lost brother?" he asked. "A cousin, perhaps. Your
hairdresser? Furnace repairman? Your Calc professor!"
- Laura slowly became aware of
Remington standing beside her babbling incoherently and somehow
managed to break the kiss. But when she tried to speak, she found
- Remington, still babbling, fanned
her with his napkin. "Your dentist? Maytag repairman? Your
- Finally, Laura caught her breath.
"You've certainly shown remarkable improvement, Marty!"
- "I just had to show off a little,
Laura. I mean, I know what you used to say about me. 'He's a lousy
kisser, but he sure knows where to do it!'"
- "Oh, I'm so sorry you heard that.
That was such an inconsiderate thing to say!" Laura
- "That's okay; it was true. You
were always nice to me, so I didn't mind."
- Suddenly, Remington clapped his
hands together with a resounding smack. "Of course! Marty Klopman!
The Griffith Park Observatory!"
- "Uh, Marty Klopman, I'd like you
to meet Remington Steele," Laura said as two men shook
- "Finally, I get to meet the man
who sends me a box of chocolates every Christmas," Marty said.
"It's a pleasure, Mr. Steele."
- "Indeed, Marty. It's always a
pleasure to meet Miss Holt's old friends."
- "I don't mean to be nosy, Mr.
Steele, but why exactly *do* you send me a box of chocolates every
- "It's a long story, Marty,"
Remington explained. "Pull up a chair and we'll tell you all about
- Marty quickly located a vacant
chair and dragged it to Laura and Remington's table. As he scooted
himself closer to the table, however, he accidentally jostled
Remington's champagne glass, spilling the liquid on his white
- Remington quickly excused
himself, leaving Laura to explain the story behind Marty's box of
- Using his napkin to blot at the
wet stain, Remington made his way to the men's lounge. He knew he
had no reason to jealous of Marty Klopman, but he couldn't stop
thinking of the way Laura had melted in Marty's arms during that
marathon kiss. She had obviously enjoyed that kiss, and Remington
didn't like that one bit.
- His mind on other things,
Remington was paying no attention to where he was going. He never
once noticed the sign boldly proclaiming LADIES' LOUNGE as he
walked through the door of what he assumed to be the men's
- He was greeted by a shriek and
then a scream as two ladies hurried past him through the door.
Turning, he found himself facing half a dozen more women, each
staring at him in shock.
He quickly collected himself and
tried to find his tongue. "Ah, uh, ladies...So sorry. Please excuse
me. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere." Turning to leave, he
added, "Carry on, ladies."
One rather belligerent lady suddenly
charged forward, striking Remington with her evening bag. "You
pervert! Barging in here...just so you could...you could..."
- The enraged woman run out of
words, but she didn't run out of energy; she continued to strike
at Remington with growing anger.
- Remington raised his arm to ward
off the blows. "Madam, please! It was an accident. An honest
mistake, I assure you!"
- "Well, so is this!" she exclaimed
as she gave him one final wallop. "Just you wait until I tell
Herbert about this and report it to the management!"
With that, she marched past him and
stomped off out of sight.
Remington reached up and gingerly
touched his forehead. His fingers came away damp with blood. The
jeweled clasp on his attacker's beaded assault weapon had left a gash
on his right temple. He didn't think it was a deep cut, but it was
bleeding freely, none the less.
- "Ah, excuse me again, ladies," he
apologized, reaching for some paper towels.
- One of the women took pity on his
predicament, saying, "Oh, you poor dear!"
- She helped him to walk across the
room and eased him down onto one of the vanity chairs in front of
the mirrored wall. "Now just sit right here, young man. I'm a
retired nurse and I'll have you fixed up in no time."
- She was as good as her word. She
stopping the bleeding, disinfected the wound and applied a small
bandage, which she made by ripping a strip of material from her
slip. She even sponged the spilled champagne from his
- When Remington thanked her
profusely for her kindness, she just patted his arm. "I'm sure
you'll be fine now, dear. But if you feel any discomfort or
dizziness, please don't hesitate to call me. Here's my number,"
she explained as she scribbled something on a spare paper
- Remington assured her he was
feeling much better, thanked her again, and returned to his table.
He gave a sigh of relief when he found Laura sitting alone. Marty
Klopman was nowhere in sight.
- Laura immediately noticed his
makeshift bandage. "What happened?!!" she asked, her voice filled
- "Oh, nothing, really," he said as
he tenderly touched the bandage and winced. "Just a minor
misunderstanding in the Ladies' Room."
- "What in heaven's name were you
doing in the Ladies' Room?"
- "I, uh, wasn't watching where I
was going. Took a wrong turn," he admitted sheepishly. "Marty
- "Yes," Laura said, nodding. "His
party was leaving when he spotted me."
- "Must have been quite a surprise,
seeing him again after all these years. I take it you two had a
nice little chat."
- "Oh, look! Our food's here,"
Laura exclaimed, grateful for the diversion. She quickly picked up
her fork and began inhaling her pasta.
- Remington followed suit and the
subject of Marty Klopman was dropped until they settled in with
their after dinner coffee.
- "So, did you and Marty have a
chance to catch up on old times?" Remington casually asked
- "We pretty much caught up with
that kiss," Laura absently replied.
- "Yes, I could see that. Was that
the extent of your relationship?"
- "Yeah, pretty much so. I guess
you could say that."
- "Laura, how could you?" Remington
- She looked at him, confused. "How
could I what?"
- He leaned close to her and
clinched his jaw for a moment before answering her. "Flaunt your
past affairs in my face by passionately kissing another man! In a
public place, no less! And was it necessary to be so enthusiastic
about it? I mean, the two of you may have been close at one time,
but was it really necessary to *fling* your past love affair in my
- "Now wait just a minute here,"
Laura interrupted. "I never said Marty and I ...we never. . .
- "You just admitted not more than
two a minutes ago that kissing--and who knows what else-- was all
there was to your former relationship," Remington hotly
"I most certainly did not," she
said defensively. "You just took it that way. You jumped to the
wrong conclusion and just assumed..."
- "Well, perhaps you'd care to
clarify your sordid affairs, missy."
- "My sordid affairs?! What about
your sordid affairs? You're the one with the mysterious past, not
me! My past is a open book!"
- "That is not the issue here,
- "No. The issue is that you're
jealous. Jealous for no good reason, just because I greeted an old
friend with a friendly kiss."
- "Laura, that was *not* a friendly
kiss," Remington clarified quickly. "And I am *not*
- "Well, you're certainly giving a
good imitation of it, " she pointed out.
- Neither of them spoke for a
- "Well, perhaps I was a tad
jealous," Remington finally admitted as he clasped Laura's hand
"But just a tad, mind you."
- "Apology accepted, Mr. Steele,"
Laura said, patting his hand tenderly. Then laughing, she added,
"If you knew the truth about my relationship with Marty, you'd
know there is absolutely nothing to get upset about."
- "By all means, Miss Holt. Tell me
the truth about your relationship with Marty. I mean, if I'm going
to continue sending him chocolates every Christmas, then I really
deserve to know the truth."
- "Marty and I were lab partners in
an advanced science class," Laura explained. "We were 15. We
started going to the Observatory to do research for our science
fair project. Well, one day he dragged me behind that wall and the
next thing I knew, he was kissing me. "
- "And did it fulfill your
fantasies?" Remington asked.
- Laura shook her head. "It was
awful. So I offered to give him kissing lessons. And we continued
going to the Observatory to practice. "
- "You expect be to believe that?"
Remington asked, staring at her from across the table.
- "It's the truth, Mr. Steele,
whether you believe me or not," Laura stated simply, taking a sip
of her champagne. "You're always telling me to trust you; isn't it
time you start taking your own advice?"
- Remington drummed his fingers on
the table for a few moments.
- "I believe you, Laura," he
finally said, lifting it to his lips and placing a kiss on it.
"Just one question, though. If you taught Marty the proper way to
kiss, who taught you?"
- He grinned and ducked as Laura
swatted at him. She heard a chuckle behind her and turned to find
the couple at the next table watching them.
- "Why didn't you tell me people
were watching us?" Laura asked, feeling her face grow warm. "I'm
blushing, aren't I?
- "You look charming, Laura,"
Remington assured her.
- Laura pushed her chair back and
stood up, laying her napkin on the table.
- "What are you doing?" he asked,
- "I think I need a few minutes to
compose myself," she explained, turning to walk away.
- "Laura.! Laura, wait..!"
Remington pleaded, rising from his seat and gliding around the
table to her side. "Come on; let's dance. I did promise you a
night of dining and dancing, didn't I? Eh? "
- "Mr. Steele, please. I'm just
really not in the mood right now for dancing," Laura explained as
she tried to shrug out of his grasp.
- He held her firmly, however, and
led her onto the dance floor. She stopped struggling as soon as he
took her into his arms and began guiding her around the dance
- "Ah, this brings back memories,
doesn't it?" he asked in an effort to divert her attention and
improve her mood. "Our first dance at poor Mr. Hunter's unveiling.
I remember it vividly."
- She stomped on his foot to
further bring back the memory.
- He merely pulled her closer in
response and whispered in her ear, "Come now, Laura. Be
- "I do wish you'd stop treating me
as if I were your property or something," she hissed. "Jerking me
around... getting jealous...coercing me into dancing when I don't
want to... Sometimes you act like...like..."
- "What?" Remington asked as they
swayed together to the music. "Sometimes I act like what?"
- "Like we're married or something.
Like I'm your wife."
- "Would that really be so bad,
- "It just makes me...I don't know,
nervous," she admitted. "I mean, I'm still my own person and I
don't foresee that ever changing, no matter what the future may or
may not hold."
- Remington swayed in place for a
moment, still holding Laura in his arms. "Laura, I'm sorry," he
finally said. "I didn't realize I was coming across that way. If
I've hurt you, I'm really sorry, love. The last thing I want to do
is scare you away."
- Laura looked up into his contrite
blue eyes and could see the sincerity there. More quietly, she
replied, "I know. Look, we've both been through a lot of stress at
work lately. Flare ups like this are bound to happen from time to
time. We just can't let them get to us."
- "But you meant what you said,
didn't you?" Remington asked.
- "Just forget what I said. Okay?"
she encouraged as she gently stroked his cheek with the back of
- Remington couldn't forget so
easily, however. "Look, Laura; I know how much you love your
independence, and it's one of the things I admire most about you.
I would never try to take that from you. But would it really be so
bad to put yourself in my hands once in a while? To let me take
care of you... to protect you?"
He wanted to say so much more, but
simply couldn't find the words to express the feelings which had
recently been tickling his heart. Would he ever find the courage
to say what was in his heart? Laura had even brought up the
subject of marriage herself, but he was paralyzed with
...with...with what? Fear?
- No, he realized ironically; he
was paralyzed with hope.
- "Okay; I'll let you take charge
now," Laura conceded as they resumed dancing. "I'll let you
- Remington silently cursed himself
for his missed opportunity.
- They danced in silence for
several more minutes before he idly commented, "You know, Marty
was not at all what I expected."
- "Oh? What did you expect?"
- Remington half shrugged. "Oh, I
don't know. Maybe some big bruiser. Some hulk of a football
- Laura laughed, shaking her head.
"Really, Mr. Steele. That's not my type. You should know by now
that I've always fallen for men with the lean look." To emphasize
her point, she gave his chest a pat.
- "Really, Laura. My ego has taken
enough of a beating tonight without you adding more insult to my
injury," he replied in a wounded voice.
- Suddenly, that one year
membership he'd recently accepted at a local health club didn't
seem like such a foolish idea after all. He'd been very
self-conscious during his first few workouts, but if it would help
turn Laura's head, he would gladly put up with it. A few more
sessions and Laura should start noticing a change, he
- Laura was lost in thought. "You
know, it's funny. Marty really hasn't changed all that much. He's
taller, of course, but that's really about all. He was a real
brain in school. Some of the kids called him a nerd."
- "But you never did, did
- "No," she admitted, shaking her
- Remington began idly caressing
Laura's back. "Out of curiosity, Laura-- just how long did you and
Marty...ah, you know. ..continue with your private
- "A year--maybe less."
- "That long, eh? Well, then I
guess it's safe to say that it never went any further than those
kisses. I mean, look at us. It took me three years just to get to
first base with you."
- "Oh, you," Laura exclaimed as she
playfully swatted his arm.
- After pulling her close to curb
her actions, Remington couldn't resist bending over and lightly
brushing his lips across hers. Laura caressed his shoulder, then
tightly wound her arm around his neck and brought him down to meet
her lips again. She began planting light, teasing kisses on his
bottom lip until he finally captured her lips with his own,
kissing her hard. Laura wondered if this was what he'd meant by
kissing her until her lips were somewhat bruised.
- Laura and Remington's kiss
continued until they were brought back to reality by the sound of
applause. Looking around, they realized they were alone in the
middle of the dance floor and were being "serenaded" by the
orchestra and the other dancers. They sheepishly broke their
embrace and tried to hide their embarrassment as the gathered
crowd continued to applaud.
- Remington cleared his throat and
managed a weak grin. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen; thank you."
Giving everyone a weak wave, he added, "Please, carry on."
- Laura put her hands up to her
face. She didn't see Remington as he turned to put his arm around
her shoulder and escort her from the dance floor. Caught off guard
she jumped, causing the jeweled brooch pinned to the center of her
black strapless evening gown to catch on one of the studs of
Remington's dress shirt. As she tried to yank it loose, as she
wondered what else could possibly go wrong.
- "Don't yank on it like that,"
Remington admonished "You'll tear it."
- Easing her hands aside, he tried
working it loose himself. "I've always have been stuck on you,
love--but never quite this literally," he joked as his nimble
fingers attempted to perform magic. "This is even more confining
than Irish handcuffs, eh?"
"Just shut up and hurry," Laura said
testily. She was already mortified and didn't appreciate the fact
that Remington could usually find humor in any situation.
"Steady, Laura," he said. "I think I
almost have it."
As he delicately reached inside her
bodice to unfasten the brooch, his fingers came into contact with her
skin, causing her once again to jump.
- "Laura, please. I am merely
attempting to alleviate this rather sticky predicament."
- Positive that every eye in the
house was fixed on her chest, Laura wilted even more.
- "There. That should do it,"
Remington announced with a final twist as the brooch came free
from his shirt stud.
- Unfortunately, Laura stepped
backwards before he had a chance to remove his hand. This action
caused the top of her strapless gown to be pulled down. With his
hand still there, it appeared as if Remington had been the one
doing the pulling.
- Laura gasped as she hastily tried
to cover herself.
- Remington gallantly came to her
aid, only to have his hand slapped away.
- "Haven't you done enough?" she
- "Laura, it's not my
- "Where have I heard that before?"
she asked as she tried to stomp on his foot.
- Even though Remington managed to
get his foot out of Laura's line of fire, neither of them could
avoid the nearby photographer's line of fire. During their earlier
struggles they had barely noticed him, but now they couldn't miss
him. He was boldly standing on the sidelines, clicking away for
all he was worth.
- Laura somehow managed to pull
herself together. She squared her shoulders and marched off the
dance floor. Remington quickly followed her to their table.
- As she sat down, she let her head
sink into her hands. "I've never, ever been so embarrassed, so
humiliated, so disconcerted, in my entire life!" she
- "Come now, Laura, love," he said
as he patted her back. "It was an accident. It could have happened
- "But it happened to me," she
- "There, there," he said softly as
he continued his ministrations.
- Just then the orchestra resumed
- "The night's still young. Shall
we give it another go out there on the dance floor?" Remington
asked. "Try to erase the memory from our minds?"
- Laura raised her head to look at
him, thinking he must be joking.
- "On the other hand, maybe not,"
he wisely said.
- "I want to go home," she
- He nodded and helped her up as he
signaled for the waiter.
- Fred pulled the limo around and
Remington helped Laura in. She was grateful to sink back into the
dark, plush interior. Remington instructed Fred to drive to
Laura's loft and then scooted over close to her. Putting his arm
around her, he pulled her close and enfolded her in his
- "Laura, love," he said as he gave
her a squeeze, "the evening wasn't a total loss. We had a nice
dinner, you saw an old friend and we had a memorable dance. We
came through relatively unscathed, I'd say."
- "Pease don't tell me my little
strip tease was nothing," she said. Lightly touching his bandaged
head, she added, "And I wouldn't call your battle wound 'nothing',
either. You know, you never did tell me what really happened to
you in the ladies' room."
- "Like I said, I took a wrong turn
and mistakenly entered the ladies' room. One of the ladies took
offense and hit me with her purse, calling me a pervert. Luckily,
a retired nurse patched me up."
- Laura leaned over and kissed his
bandaged temple. "How are you ever going to explain if someone
asks you what happened?"
- "I'll just tell them you hit me,"
- "Don't give me ideas, Mr.
Steele," Laura warned. "With the mood I'm in right now, I just
might do it. But right now, I'm thirsty."
- "Pity we didn't bring the rest of
the champagne from the restaurant. All we've got here is that
- "I guess that will have to do,"
- Remington poured them each a
glass. Holding up his glass to hers, they clinked glasses,
entwined their arms and drank.
- "It just isn't the same without
champagne," he said sadly, unwrapping his arm from hers.
- "I suppose drinking this from my
slipper wouldn't make it any better, would it?"
- Remington shook his head.
"Somehow, I rather doubt it. But I do know where else I'd like to
drink this from."
- He pulled her to him and
whispered something outrageous in her ear. Even though she
initially pulled back and looked at him in surprise, it wasn't
long before she began to warm to his idea. She leaned into him and
nuzzled his neck, her fingers undoing his bow tie and then going
to the buttons of his shirt.
- "Only if I can do the same thing
to you," she whispered seductively.
- Remington raised her head by
placing one finger beneath her chin. Their lips met and within
seconds their blood was fired. As they kissed, Remington reached
over and pressed the button that raised the privacy shield. His
fingers slowly began inching their way down Laura's back. Gently,
he lowered her onto the velvet seat cushions and then lowered
himself into her waiting arms.
- When Fred reached Laura's loft,
he slowed down and stopped in front of the building. Glancing back
at the raised privacy shield, he decided to circle the block. Then
he circled the next block... and the next...Driving in ever
widening arcs, he occasionally glanced backwards at the privacy
shield, which was still in place. He shook his head and smiled. At
this rate, he would soon be circling most of the greater downtown
- Laura rested in Remington's arms,
trying to regain her breath.
- "That was refreshing, eh?"
- "Do you mean the cola or...?" she
- "Both," he laughed, kissing the
top of her head. "A new taste sensation, eh?"
- Laura laughed softly now.
"Refreshing, but a bit sticky."
- "No problem, love. We'll just use
the shower in your loft," he amicably suggested.
- Laura shook her head. "No. We
both certainly need one, but I think I better take my own shower.
- "Are you sure you wouldn't
rather...?" Remington inquired.
- "Aren't we at my loft yet?" Laura
- Remington glanced out of the
window into the darkness. "Ah, I believe Fred has been circling.
We should be coming around to the loft again shortly. "
- "Oh, no!" Laura moaned, burying
her head in her hands for the second time that evening. "What will
- "Nothing, I'm sure," Remington
assured her. "He couldn't see or hear anything with the privacy
shield up. If anything, he probably thought we were in a deep
conference over a serious and pressing case."
- "You don't believe that any more
than I do."
- "Okay; even if he does assume the
worst, Fred knows enough to be discreet. He's a
- "If he's not a lot more
professional than we've been tonight, we're in big trouble," Laura
remarked as she began wiggling around, trying to straighten her
appearance in the cramped confines of the backseat. Remington,
always the gentleman, offered his assistance.
- When she felt somewhat
presentable, Laura leaned against Remington and sighed deeply. "I
can't believe what we've been doing today...First on a case, then
in the office and now here, in the limo."
- "I must say, it gives a whole new
meaning to the concept of 'Mixing business with pleasure.' And you
must admit, it certainly adds an element of spice to our
relationship, doesn't it?"
- "That's just it," Laura wailed.
"We've always been so careful, so discreet, so professional. No
one would ever have guessed we were more than merely business
partners. But now, I'm not so sure we'll be able to maintain our
- Suddenly, she was very aware of
his closeness. She didn't care whether they could maintain their
charade or not; she frantically began placing tiny kisses on
Remington's throat, working her way down to his collarbone.
- Remington inhaled sharply,
vaguely aware they had come to a stop in front of Laura's loft.
Gently holding Laura at arm's length, he said, "We're at your
loft, Laura. Do you want to get out now or do you want Fred to
circle L.A. again?"
- Laura sighed reluctantly. "I
guess I'd better get out."
- "Wait!" Remington warned as he
hastily began making himself presentable. "Don't open the door
- With Laura's help, it was soon
safe to open the door. When she finally crawled out of the limo,
she turned back to give Remington a long, lingering look.
Abruptly, she bent back inside and placed a light kiss on his
lips. Pulling back, she turned and ran up the steps. Pausing long
enough to blow him a kiss, she turned and ran inside.
- Remington sat there for several
minutes, waiting until he saw the lights go on inside Laura's
third floor loft. Disengaging the privacy shield, he told Fred to
take him home. As he settled back into the plush cushions and
turned his head, he noticed Laura's pantyhose still laying on the
seat. Retrieving them, he stuffed them into his jacket pocket and
To be continued...
This story copyrighted 1982-2002 by
Debra Talley. The characters of Remington
- are used without
permission. It is purely for entertainment purposes.