"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