- Holtel Reservation for Steele
- by Suejue
- Asp...PIR..in...I said, aspirin, Mr. Steele Laura said
shaking her head while tossing a jumble of socks and undergarments
into an overnight bag. A few aspirin, a.s.p.i.r.i.n,
she spelled it for him, is all I was asking for.
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- Aspirin..... Aspen. You have to admit, Laura they sound
awfully similar especially through a closed door. He stood
in the open doorway, one hand on his hip, the other on the latch
waiting expectedly for Laura to finish.
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- Could you have possibly given me more than twenty minutes
to pack?
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- Where is your sense of adventure? Of spontaneity? How
else can I try to coax that wildly impulsive Laura, to come out
and play when, given enough time, that stick-in-the-mud Laura
would have found a dozen excuses not to go?
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- I have 1040 excuses, not to go. Need I remind you that
its tax time?
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- And we happen to have a former IRS fraud agent working
for us who could do our returns in her sleep.
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- Laura zipped her cases and deposited them at the feet of
Remington, more specifically ON the feet of Remington. She deployed
her routine of locking windows, unplugging things and returned
to him asking, Will you get my bags, Mr. Steele?
but in a tone as if he were some servant.
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- He took one bag in each hand. The larger of the two took
him by surprise. Remington set it down briefly before hoisting
it a second time with a better grip. What on earth did she pack
for a weekend that would weigh this much, he wondered. Laura
flounced past him and when she reminded him to lock the door
in the same condescending tone, he paused. There had always been
such a fine line between good-natured pranks and spiteful warring
that went on between the two of them. He stood contemplating
for a moment. If he did this, would it simply be something they
would laugh about later? Would it give her cause to playfully
attack him in such a manner that could involve rolling around
on a bed? Or would this escalate their little getaway into the
extended weekend from hell? Remington decided that she had packed
one bag too many. He liked living on the edge. He missed the
edge. He returned the smaller bag to the foot of her bed to make
it appear as if Laura was the one who left it there, and followed
her down the stairs. He lagged sufficiently behind so she would
already be in the cab and unable to see that she was minus one
bag, when he got to the trunk.
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- He settled into the seat next to her. Laura unexpectedly
placed her hand on his thigh and leaned back. She let out a relaxing
sigh , Maybe youre right. Just the thought of Aspen
has made my headache go away already. The change in her
demeanor made the bed-tumbling retribution scenario infinitely
more likely in his mind.
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- She stood waiting by the trunk of the car when they got to
the terminal. Instead of allowing her to see his intentional
oversight, Remington sent her on a mission for chewing
gum, while he checked the bags. That was the final hurdle to
clear to just get her on that plane.
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- While it is true that Laura had the means and the temper
to turn around and stomp home the instant she found out, Remington
had convinced himself the entire flight that she wouldnt
. Still, he felt that the best bet would be to get her as close
to that bed as possible
hopefully, put the two of them
together
before she put two and two together. One certainly
cant tussle about on the high traffic carpet of the airport
, not a whole lot of romance in that and even less chance of
nudity. He had to get her to the hotel room before she discovered
she was missing a bag, before she assumed that he left the bag,
before she accused him of doing it on purpose. Once he got her
into the hotel room, he might even confess and graciously accept
his punishment. Yes, he was looking forward to that.
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- Baggage claim is that way, Laura pointed at the
indicating sign.
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- Sending his purposeful partner on another assignment might
give him just enough time. Laura, could you hunt down a
copy of the LA Trib for me? I left mine on the plane and there
was an interview with Veronica in the entertainment section I
wanted to read.
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- He thought for a moment that he had flubbed it when she said
Sssssure in that familiar, suspicious, tone and expression
that he had come to expect over the years. But she also amiably
offered to call the hotel courtesy shuttle for them which made
him mentally slap himself for not thinking of that in the first
place.
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- Remington made a beeline for an idle skycap. He approached
the attendant with a folded hundred dollar bill and his baggage
claim check between his index and middle finger.
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- I was wondering if you would be available to do me
and my friend, Mr. Franklin here a small favor.
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- Ben is one of my best friends, he said tipping
his hat.
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- Two bags. One a sleek, Andiamo shoulder garment...five
suit, forty-four inch... black tuxedo hand-stitched Napa leather....gold
embossed RS initials. The second.... he paused and turned
up his nose almost embarrassed, tan...common as cold, indescript...
he made a mental note to add luggage to Lauras Christmas
list, then remembered, Oh and just a bit of caution, its
inexplicably heavy.
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- I have a feeling Ben doesnt simply want me to
take them to his car.
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- Ahhh, I can tell I chose the right man. No. Set them
aside. Wait an hour and have them delivered to the Hotel Jerome.
Then show my friends, Ben and Ulysses a good time. Remington
added a fifty, confident that this was all going to work out.
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- He found Laura waiting by the courtesy phones for him. Where
are the bags?
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- Some malfunction with the equipment, He announced
with empty hands. Recent cases come in so handy some times he
thought. They are going to send them over to the hotel
in an hour or so. Shall we go?
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- Mildred delivered as promised the swankiest joint
she could find. The Hotel Jerome was truly a beautiful and elegant
place. The posh setting of a first rate hotel catering to nothing
but leisurely comfort could make anyone easily forget the picturesque
mountains and any thoughts of actually skiing there.
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- Remington finally had Laura at the hotel. He followed her
into the lobby, almost grinning in triumph. Once at the counter,
he stepped in very, very close behind Laura. With his chin almost
on her shoulder, he addressed the clerk , Reservation for
Steele,
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- The clerk pecked at her computer and handed him the registration
card. In the most possibly seductive fashion, he brushed against
Laura whispering, Pardon me, and proceeded to fill
out the information.
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- The clerk checked her screen, Thats the Grand
Deluxe Suite for three nights?
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- Yes, three nights, he winked at Laura when she
didnt protest having one room for both of them. Out of
habit, the clerk rang for the bellman. He was confused when he
saw no obvious luggage to carry. Remington explained away the
confusion, Our bags are coming from the airport in an hour
or so, please deliver them straight away when they come, will
you? Another obscene tip passed from his fingertips.
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- The bellman showed them to the room, even though that word
hardly did justice to the spacious surroundings. The plush furnishings
were impressive indeed. The bellman turned on several lights,
demonstrated that the handsomely hand-carved armoire housed the
television. He was about to give phone and room service instructions,
when Remington saw that Laura already relieved herself of her
coat and made herself at home atop the comforter. Hastily, Mr.
Steele cut him off, Very well, very well, I think we can
figure it out. and ushered him toward the door.
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- Ill bring your bags up as soon as they arrive,
sir, the young man barely got out before Remington closed
the door and turned his attention to Laura.
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- By now Laura had removed her shoes and was resting contentedly.
With her eyes closed, she dreamily commented, This down
comforter alone is worth whatever ungodly amount of money this
place cost.
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- Remington stretched out perpendicular to her at the foot
of bed. Reaching out he began to massage her feet. Mhhhmmmm.
He agreed. Having her there was well worth the expense.
- He saw a possible opening to come clean about her suitcase
but she spoke before he had the chance, You know Im
glad the airline is taking care of the luggage. I was starting
to feel a little guilty.
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- Guilty? About what? He crept up her body, intrigued
by her impending confession.
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- I put everything I really needed in the smaller bag.
Then I loaded the large one with a whole bunch of stuff from
my apartment just to make it really heavy for you to lug around.
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- What! Remington pulled away slightly
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- Yeah, I know it was childish, but I took those leftover
bricks, phone books, a broken bike chain, a bag of potting soil....
She laughed at the silliness of her actions, I would have
thrown in Wilsons old clothes and those white belts if
I still had them.
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- What! he repeated, only really hearing the part
that EVERYTHING she needed was in the one bag he left behind.
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- I wanted to teach you a lesson about springing these
little surprises on me and....
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- No, no why did you put everything you need in the smaller
bag?
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- She snuggled in and ran a finger seductively down the center
of his shirt, I thought I wouldnt need very many
things on this trip. She leaned in and kissed him on the
neck and whispered near his ear, Just a few... she
nibbled on his lobe, ... lacey things. She sensed
that that little bit of news didnt have the predicted effect
on Mr. Steele and pulled back. What is it?
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- I only carried one bag out of your apartment.
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- One bag? Why only one bag? What are you up to this
time? That suspicious tone returned.
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- Decision time. Tell her the truth or make it sound like she
left it behind? All his life, he was rescued by brilliant ideas
and just when he needed it most, something sprang to mind. It
wasnt exactly the truth, but it made his motive for leaving
the bag not seem so spiteful. I have a confession to make
too. I left the smaller bag in your flat.
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- Why? This time she pulled back.
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- I saw you packing and I had images of that scary smock-nightgown-thing
you wear to bed and I thought leaving it might give you an opportunity
to... this time he snuggled in close to her, I mean
<US>... Just as she had done earlier, he ran a finger
seductively around her collar, an opportunity to...,
he leaned in and kissed her on the neck and whispered in her
ear, buy a few.... he nibbled on her lobe, ...
lacey things.
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- With an amused grin she wondered out loud, Some things
will never change, will they?
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- Oh I dont know about that, Remington smoothed
as his lips moved down her neck and up around to the other ear
to whisper, There is one thing in particular that has changed
quite a bit in the last few weeks.
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- Laura blushed, I suppose you could say that.
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- In fact... Remington started to finger the first
button on her blouse just as the bellman interrupted with bags
in hand.
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- That must be your luggage . . . and my ballast.
Laura wryly commented as Remington sprang from the bed to reclaim
the bags and shoo him away.
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- Remington returned to his previous position near Laura, I
think you may have injured that poor chap.
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- Im sure your tip more than compensated.
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- I hauled that thing too? Will I be compensated?
He hinted, moving closer.
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- Just tell me where it hurts, Ill see what I can
do.
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- That was the last thing said for a while, other than an occasional
gasp and suppressed moan. Pairs of hands worked; unbuttoning,
and removing clothes in brisk efficiency toward a common goal.
Then entire two bodies worked; pressing, rising and falling with
increasing intensity toward another mutual purpose.
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- Spent, content and now nestled under the down comforter,
Remington murmured, Ahhh, such teamwork, Miss Holt.
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- Like I said before, some things will never change,
Mr. Steele.
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- The end. For now. Nothing about this show ever ends, does
it?
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- My assigned elements were:
- aspirin
- white belt
- an interview at the LA Tribune
- Aspen
- bike chain
- chewing gum
- BACK