Steeling a
Dream
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
Part 1: Diamonds of Steele
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Steele
Holting On
Chapter 8 Interlude
For their first anniversary, Remington surprised Laura by flying them on a private jet to New York on a Thursday night. They landed as the morning sun was peeking over the horizon. The Atlantic Ocean sparkled in the light, enchanting Laura. Her reaction delighted him and he watched her face glow with anticipation as they descended.
For the next five days they took in Manhattan in classic New York fashion: dinner, dancing, two Broadway shows and a concert at Carnegie Hall. Laura insisted they see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building while they were there. They held hands and wandered around Central Park, just a short walk from the tiny-but-elegant brownstone flat that Remington inherited from Daniel.
Remington discovered his favorite London designer had a shop in the city. While he fingered ties and dress shirts, Laura found a sassy little black dress that swirled up her body and clung in all the right places. She found the perfect pair of black and silver heels to show off her toned legs. Later, when she stepped out of the bathroom, he whistled appreciatively, and they nearly missed the show that night.
Laura surprised Remington with paperwork. He wasn’t the only one that could copy signatures and have them notarized. The paperwork made Remington and Laura Steele equal partners in Remington Steele Investigations.
That sprouting shoot flourished.
A few weeks afterwards, Laura found an intimate nickname for her husband. While she loved the name Remington--after all, she picked it--she didn’t like either "Rem" or "Remy," finding the former unwieldy and the latter somewhat childish. He wasn’t crazy about the appellations either, so she had simply stuck with either "Remington" or "Mr. Steele."
One cool night, while on the sofa watching The Big Sleep for the fiftieth or sixtieth time, Remington began laying kisses down the back of Laura’s neck. She squirmed but stayed in place while his hands wandered over her body. It wasn’t long before she was more than willing--and they were both fully clothed. He turned her around so she straddled his lap. Like teenagers, they fondled and kissed, moving from first to second base. Unlike a teenager, he knew exactly how to touch and tease her as he rounded third, sending her into orbit in moments. She tried to call his name, but all she could say was “Rei ... Rei ...” before she was consumed.
Later, after they were both sated and drowsy, Remington pulled the throw blanket over them. He
brushed his fingers over her freckles, playing connect-the-dots. She gave him a sleepy smile and caught those fingers for a kiss on the tips. “Laura,” he hesitated, “earlier, you called me ‘Rei.’ ” He pronounced it with a soft ‘r’ and a long ‘e.’ She blushed and swept her eyes down. He tipped up her chin. “I like that.”
In the weeks to come, Remington found she used the nickname whenever she felt especially close to him--never in company, rarely in public or while working, but frequently at home or in bed. Once again, Laura found a name for him that soothed his heart and soul.
Chapter 9 -- Plans
For their first anniversary, Remington surprised Laura by flying them on a private jet to New York on a Thursday night. They landed as the morning sun was peeking over the horizon. The Atlantic Ocean sparkled in the light, enchanting Laura. Her reaction delighted him and he watched her face glow with anticipation as they descended.
For the next five days they took in Manhattan in classic New York fashion: dinner, dancing, two Broadway shows and a concert at Carnegie Hall. Laura insisted they see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire State Building while they were there. They held hands and wandered around Central Park, just a short walk from the tiny-but-elegant brownstone flat that Remington inherited from Daniel.
Remington discovered his favorite London designer had a shop in the city. While he fingered ties and dress shirts, Laura found a sassy little black dress that swirled up her body and clung in all the right places. She found the perfect pair of black and silver heels to show off her toned legs. Later, when she stepped out of the bathroom, he whistled appreciatively, and they nearly missed the show that night.
Laura surprised Remington with paperwork. He wasn’t the only one that could copy signatures and have them notarized. The paperwork made Remington and Laura Steele equal partners in Remington Steele Investigations.
That sprouting shoot flourished.
A few weeks afterwards, Laura found an intimate nickname for her husband. While she loved the name Remington--after all, she picked it--she didn’t like either "Rem" or "Remy," finding the former unwieldy and the latter somewhat childish. He wasn’t crazy about the appellations either, so she had simply stuck with either "Remington" or "Mr. Steele."
One cool night, while on the sofa watching The Big Sleep for the fiftieth or sixtieth time, Remington began laying kisses down the back of Laura’s neck. She squirmed but stayed in place while his hands wandered over her body. It wasn’t long before she was more than willing--and they were both fully clothed. He turned her around so she straddled his lap. Like teenagers, they fondled and kissed, moving from first to second base. Unlike a teenager, he knew exactly how to touch and tease her as he rounded third, sending her into orbit in moments. She tried to call his name, but all she could say was “Rei ... Rei ...” before she was consumed.
Later, after they were both sated and drowsy, Remington pulled the throw blanket over them. He
brushed his fingers over her freckles, playing connect-the-dots. She gave him a sleepy smile and caught those fingers for a kiss on the tips. “Laura,” he hesitated, “earlier, you called me ‘Rei.’ ” He pronounced it with a soft ‘r’ and a long ‘e.’ She blushed and swept her eyes down. He tipped up her chin. “I like that.”
In the weeks to come, Remington found she used the nickname whenever she felt especially close to him--never in company, rarely in public or while working, but frequently at home or in bed. Once again, Laura found a name for him that soothed his heart and soul.
Chapter 9 -- Plans