"An Angel for Steele"

Minor Character Challenge

By

D'Lois
dlois94@aol.com


Remington moaned and turned over in the bed. He placed his arm around Laura's waist and moved closer. Laura moaned and hugged her pillow.

"Good morning, Love." Remington whispered in her ear as his hand went under the covers and under her cami top. "Shall we take up were we left off last night?"

"Remington..." Laura said as his hand covered one of her breast. "I have lost the mood."

"Give me five minutes, and I'll have you back in the mood." Remington said against her neck.

Laura yawned then rotated her hips as Remington's hand traveled down her flat stomach and under her bikini panties.

"Remington..." Laura turned in his arms allowing his hand to move with her body.

"Oh, Baby..." Remington said and nibbled on her ear and pressed his lower body against hers.

"Oh...please don't let this be a repeat of last night." Laura welcomed his kisses and roaming hands. Her hands started to do some roaming of their own.

"What?" Remington lifted his head and looked into her face.

"Don't stop." Laura whispered trying to lower his head back down to her neck.

"Laura, what did you just say?"

Laura sighed. Remington was about to get ultra sensitive on her again.

"I just don't want a repeat of last night." Laura glided her hand down his hairy chest.

"Laura, I apologized for last night." Remington felt embarrassed again. "And, you said it was okay...that I could help you reach your climax by other means."

"And, I meant it." Laura straddled him. "But, I can't handle an encore. I want you completely."

Remington firmly grabbed her waist and stopped her grinding.

Laura sighed.

"Are you saying I don't satisfy you completely?" He asked getting angry.

"No, I am saying..."

"I am no longer in the mood." Remington interrupted her afraid of what she was going to say. He gently pushed her off of him and walked over to the bathroom.

"Great!" Laura watched the bathroom door close.

* * * * * * *

"Lynn, you're lying." Tracy shrieked in the phone.

"Tracy, get off the phone and eat some breakfast. You can talk to Lynn when you and your Dad pick her up." Laura said pouring her nine-year-old son a glass of milk.

Remington walked into the kitchen and glanced over at Laura.

Tracy was on the phone talking and giggling while Parker was sitting at the table with Laura.

"Good Morning." Remington said flatly and walked over to the coffee pot.

"Morning." Laura said not bothering to look at him as she continued to read the Los Angeles Times.

"Hey Dad." Parker said putting a spoonful of cereal in his mouth while he continued reading his comic book.

Remington glanced over at Tracy as he took his first sip of coffee.

Tracy who was eleven looked just like Laura except for her piercing blue eyes that she inherited from him.

Remington frowned when Tracy hadn't acknowledged his presence. Usually, she was the first to do so whenever he walked into the room.

"I know...Really...Yes, it was embarrassing...You know how parents can be?...I'll talk to him."

"Tracy, your breakfast." Laura reminded not bothering to raise her head from her paper. She was using the paper to avoid eye contact with Remington.

"A minute, Mum." Tracy said annoyed. "Yeah, it's excepted from her, but he was really embarrassing..."

Remington noticed Tracy glanced at him while she talked.

"P-a-t-r-i-c-k!" She screeched. "Oh, I can't believe it. You're lying."

"Tracy." Laura said again in a firmer tone.

"Okay, Mum...I have to go...I'll see...Yeah...I'll talk to him...Yeah...Get ready...You know my Mum hates waiting...Okay...Bye."

Tracy hung up the phone and walked over to the refrigerator. Remington had fixed himself a plate and had joined Parker and Laura a few minutes ago.

"Mummy." Tracy started and grabbed a yogurt cup. Laura folded her paper as she listened to her oldest child. "Sasha told Lynn that Patrick Molesworth said I was cute in gym class."

Laura's smile was hidden when she brought her coffee cup to her lips.

"Patrick?" Remington said giving Tracy his full attention now.

"Molesworth?" Parker said with a smirk putting his comic book down.

"Yea." Tracy frowned briefly at her brother as she stood at the counter and continued to talk to Laura. "Sasha told Lynn that he came to the softball game to see me."

Laura noticed how Tracy turned an annoyed glance at Remington.

"She also said Patrick said people in Texas could hear Dad screaming."

Laura picked up a banana as she watched Remington's reaction.

"Dad?" Remington said out loud not really noticing. When did he become Dad to his little girl and not Daddy?

Tracy glanced at Parker, Laura then Remington and realized she had everyone's attention.

Tracy sighed then turned to look at Remington.

"Dad," Tracy started and joined them at the table. "It's embarrassing when you are cheering at my games."

Laura almost choked on her banana when she saw Remington swallow hard. He wore the same look on his face that he had when she broke up with him after the Westfield's case.

Glancing over at Tracy, she knew her daughter was about to give Remington the "I'm growing up" speech. Laura remembered when she gave her father the same speech, but it really didn't matter too much to him. It relieved her father of some the guilt he was feeling for not hanging around.

"What about your Mum?" Remington pointed out. "Laura was just as loud."

"Mummy is 'pose to cheer. All the Mummies cheer." Tracy said taking another spoonful of her yogurt. "Dads don't cheer. You are the only one making a scene. It's embarrassing to me and my friends."

Laura stood on that note and grabbed her coffee cup and newspaper.

"Parker, how about you go upstairs and get your homework."

"How do you know my homework is upstairs?" Parker asked watching his sister knowing his sister wasn't finished.

"Because you always leave your homework upstairs." Laura walked over to him and ruffled his hair.

"Mum." Parker said getting up from his seat.

Tracy stood and looked at Remington.

"Dad, why can't you just write a check like Rachel Hardingsman's Dad? Let Mummy go to the games."

"Well..." Remington said trying to hide his emotions. He was successful to everyone except Laura. "I guess, I could leave softball games to Laura."

"Great! Mummy, can you take Lynn and me to school?" Tracy asked when Laura walked over to the sink to dispose of her coffee cup.

"I thought today was my day to carpool?" Remington asked looking at his daughter.

"Sure, Sweetheart." Laura said glancing at Remington feeling sorry for him.

"Dad, it's corny to have your Dad dropping you off. And, Patrick could be watching."

Tracy left the kitchen without another word.

"Patrick." Remington said looking at Laura.

"Molesworth." Parker said following his sister out of the kitchen.

* * * * * * *

Later that night Remington found himself in Bordeaux Hotel's lounge with Monroe. They were drinking and watching people do karaoke.

While Monroe was on his fifth crown and coke, Remington was only on his third brandy.

Remington glanced over at Monroe as he watched the amateur entertainment. He debated whether or not he should talk about his problems.

Remington couldn't believe he was losing his sex appeal and charm.

He thought about what happened between Laura and him last night. Then, he thought about Tracy and Patrick Molesworth. He shuddered at the last thought and took another swallow of his drink.

Even though he was troubled about what happened with Laura and Tracy, what really had him at the bar drinking was the secretaries' poll. He had overheard some of the secretaries during lunch talking about the men in the building.

"Well, Mr. Steele is okay for an old man." The blonde lady in her early twenties said.

"Jessica, you are out of your mind." The redhead in the same age vicinity said in a disgusted tone. "He has to be fifty. I mean he probably needs to take a drug to keep it up."

"Well, he has that accent." The blonde giggled. "But, Dr. Dylan on five is a babe."

"Dr. Dylan! How about Attorney Brolin on two."

Remington abruptly snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand on his thigh. Before he could react, desire ran through his body. He stiffened as he looked over at Monroe who was still watching the show. Slowly, he turned to the opposite side to find a tall blonde with hazel eyes staring and smiling at him.

The blonde bit her lips as she watched his eyes go down to her hand that was resting on the inside of his thigh. They both knew he had reacted instantly to her touch.

Remington opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the blonde spoke.

"Since I am going to sing this song for you, I want your complete attention."

Remington watched as the blonde confidently walked over to the mike.

The very shapely blonde was wearing a black hanky top that only covered her front and a black, long, low-slung skirt that has a high slit on both sides.

Remington was blaming the alcohol for his yielding to his attraction to the woman.

"I want to sing this song for the blue eyed gentleman at the bar."

Monroe elbowed Remington as the blonde pinned her long hair up. Both men noticed she stared hungrily at Remington.

She started singing "Tonight" by Xscape.

Remington stared into her hazel eyes as she walked back over to him. There was something familiar about those eyes, but he couldn't figure out what.

"Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes, if only for a moment, boy don't be surprised, I want you right here next to me"

Remington couldn't believe the slender form that was between his legs now. He knew he should do something because he was a married man, but honestly he loved the attention. He needed the attention.

This woman was in her mid-twenties, and she looked ten times better than the two ladies at the office.

"So tell me can we spend some time," Her hand rested briefly on his thigh before traveling up to his manhood. "So I can hold you softly, in these gentle arms of mine. And the moonlight's gazing."

Remington watched as she turned and put her bottom against his front. He was paralyzed as he looked at her bare back and long slender neck. "Shining on my window pane, beaming down in the midnight hour, I hear the sound of rain."

The young blonde grinded the backside of her body against Remington's front.

"Tonight, Tonight, Tonight So why don't you stay awhile. I can't help it if you put me in a daze boy. But you look so good to me in your satin PJ's."

Monroe envied his friend when the blonde turned around and starting running her hand over Remington chest.

Remington almost jumped when she leaned against him placing the mike on the bar top and continued to sing in his ear.

"So lets make love by candlelight and listen to the quiet storm. As I kiss you in the places that make your body warm."

Remington still in a daze allowed the girl to pull him off the barstool.

Monroe watched as Remington and the blonde left the lounge.

* * * * * * *

Remington stood in the middle of the hotel suite room as he watched the blonde walk over to the wet bar.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

Remington shook his head "no".

She smiled at him as she downed the first glass then poured herself another.

"You don't recognize me, do you?" She asked taking a sip of her drink.

"Should I?" Remington said looking around the suite wondering what he was doing there.

"Well, I was much younger when you first met me."

"We have met before." Remington said a little curious.

"How about this?"

Remington stepped back a little as she approached him. She smiled when she noticed.

"Relax. I just want to whisper something in your ear...for now."

Her smile widened as she saw the uncertainty in his expression. She knew he was trying to figure out whom she was and if she was friend or foe.

"Relax." She repeated.

Remington listened carefully as she whispered in his ear. It took him a moment but he recalled hearing the same message before. He watched as she stepped back and stared at him.

"Angel? Angel Gallan?"

Angel stepped back and stretched her arms out in the air beside her so he could get a good look at her.

"One in the same." She said as she watched his eyes roam over her body again.

Remington couldn't believe his eyes. Little Angel Gallan was standing before him in a very revealing two-piece and very developed body.

"I'm not nine anymore, and I never properly thanked you for saving my father's life."

"You're 24." Remington said after calculating her age in his head.

"Soon to be 25."

Angel looked him up and down as she licked her lips.

"I have wanted you since I was a child." Angel stepped closer and placed her hand on his left cheek.

"Well..." Remington said strutting. "I am flattered."

"Remington, I want you to be more than flattered."

Remington watched as her eyes followed her hands down the front of his body.

"I want to stroke you." Angel was unfastening his belt. "I want to make you feel alright. I want to give you all of me."

"Angel, you are a child." Remington said stepping away from her and walking across the room.

"I was a child." Angel countered following him.

"What about your father?"

"I know what you need and can..."

"I'm married." Remington tried and stepped away from her again.

"You can't be happy if you let me give you a lap dance."

"That...That...Angel, I apologize. I should have stopped you. I shouldn't have been in the bloody bar in the first place."

"No. I'm glad you were there tonight." Angel sighed. "You don't know how many times I picked up the phone to call you. How many times I wanted to stop by to see you."

Remington watched as she laughed at herself.

"You have been the man in my dreams since I was a child. You saved the one man that means the world to me. I just want to thank you properly."

"Angel, just saying thank you is enough. You don't have to sleep with me."

"What if I want to?" Angel said looking into his deep blue eyes.

"I am not going to cheat on Laura. I am not going to jeopardize my family."

"I won't tell."

Remington offered Angel a half smile then said, "I know. I am not going to do anything that will merit you having too."

Angel stared at him.

"I need to get home to my family."

Angel watched as returned and turned and walked out of her hotel room.

* * * * * * *

Remington was heading to his bedroom when he glanced at his watch. It was very late and he was sure Laura and the kids were asleep, but he had a strong desire to check on the kids.

Remington walked into Parker's room and smiled when he saw his son on his stomach stretched across the bed with his mouth opened.

Parker was a hard sleeper and usually didn't stir once he fell asleep.

Closing the door, Remington headed to Tracy's room. Opening the door, he saw Tracy sleeping on her back, holding her favorite teddy bear, Yankee, and covering only on half of her body.

Remington stepped into the room and walked over to the bed. As he reached for the covers to pull them back over his child, he wondered if Tracy would ever try to seduce an older man at the age of 25. He quickly shook the thought out of his mind.

"What's going on?" Tracy prompted herself up on her elbows.

"Nothing." Remington said gently pushing against her shoulders. "Go back to sleep."

"You smell like Uncle Monroe's cigar." Tracy said wrinkling her nose.

Remington laughed as he tucked her in then sat on the edge of the bed.

"I went out with your Uncle Monroe tonight."

"I know." Tracy said. "I asked Mummy where you were."

"You noticed I wasn't there?" Remington asked surprised.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Daddy." Remington smiled.

"Are you feeling okay, Daddy? Have you been drinking?"

"I'm feeling fine." Remington looked at her then looked towards the door. "I just have to adjust to my little girl out growing me."

"Out growing you?" Tracy asked cocking her head.

"This morning I was an embarrassment, and Patrick Molesworth was the center of your attention."

"P-a-t-r-i-c-k M-o-l-e-s-w-o-r-t-h!" Tracy said with the same disgust the redhead used earlier when the blonde suggested him in the male poll.

Remington smiled feeling better about his day, age, and life.

"Patrick Molesworth can't even stop a ground ball." Tracy continued her story not paying any attention to Remington's expression. "In gym today we all played baseball. WELL, he was embarrassing. He throws like a girl. Parker can hit a ball better then him. AND, we lost because he allows a ground ball to go by him because of his freshly manicured nails."

Tracy shook her head in total disgust.

"I gave that rich snob a piece of my mind. Once I got finished with him, his nails were the last thing on his mind."

"You and your mother take competition so personal."

"Well, I don't think Patrick will want to speak to me again. I had the whole gym class laughing at him."

"You did."

"Yes!" Tracy said astounded that he would question it. "I mean, even you play better baseball than him, and you're not an American."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" Remington teased.

"Daddy."

Remington brushed some of her long thick hair out of her face.

"Love, promise me one thing."

"Anything Daddy."

"When the next Patrick Molesworth comes around, you won't stop calling me Daddy."

"Promise."

Remington returned Tracy hug and held her a little longer when she loosen her hold.

"You'll always be my little girl, Tracy."

"I know, Daddy."

Remington stood then tucked her in again.

"Daddy, we have a home game tomorrow. Are you going to be there?"

"I thought I was forbidden."

"How can I win without my number one fan there?"

Remington's eyes watered as his daughter charmed him.

"Yes, Love. I'll be there." Remington couldn't keep the emotions out of his voice.

"I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, Sweetheart." Remington kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams."

"You too." Tracy turned and hugged her teddy bear.

* * * * * * *

Laura turned over in the bed. She placed her arm around Remington's waist and wondered when he came in. She must have really been tired.

Remington moaned then turned to face Laura.

"You must have been wiped." He stated in a sleepy voice.

"Completely." Laura said placing her left leg onto his and moving it seductively up and down.

Remington didn't miss the invitation.

"Promise me something." Remington said pulling her closer.

"What?"

"You will never let me hang with Monroe again."

Laura frowned and was about to ask for an explanation when Remington whispered "No encore" in her ear.

Laura smiled and straddled him.


THE END


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