Also, I'd like to note that I do not own "Remington Steele" or the characters and I will NOT be receiving any payment whatsoever for writing this story. It is intended for entertainment purposes only.
(This story is my sequel story to "My Heart You Steele.")
~*~Steele at His Worst : Chapter Two~*~
Remington awakened at 7 AM the next morning. He was alone in the bed, because Laura had chosen to sleep on the couch. Even Handsome had deserted him. He decided to go downstairs and apologize to Laura for the way he had been acting. He knew she'd demand an explanation, and he wasn't sure just what to say.
He walked down the staircase and looked down at Laura as she was sprawled out on the couch. Handsome lay snuggled at her feet. Remington was caught offguard by how beautiful she looked in her sleep.
"Laura," Remington whispered, gently caressing her cheek.
Slowly Laura's eyes opened and she looked up at Remington with confused and sleepy brown eyes. "Yes?" she murmured.
"I'm sorry, love," Remington said softly. "Do you forgive me?"
"I don't know," she teased as a little smile came to her face. "I may have to resort to blackmail."
"Just what did you have in mind, Mrs. Steele?" Remington asked playfully with just the hint of a grin and the raising of one dark eyebrow.
"Something kinky," Laura replied with a giggle.
"Care to eleborate?"
"Let's go out tonight."
"That's all?" Remington complained. "I thought you said 'something kinky.'"
"Ahhhh... but Mr. Steele, you do not know what I have planned for us," Laura spoke as she gave him a mysterious look.
~*~o~*~
That evening Remington rode with Laura in her little white convertable to a fancy Italian restaurant in the heart of Los Angeles. The food was exquisite, yet the prices were outrageous. "Laura, I hope we can pay this bill," Remington laughed as he took a sip of his wine.
"I am putting it on your account," she told him with a smile, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a small, delicate sip.
"Ohhhh, really? Blackmail, eh?"
"Exactly. I plan to get you extremely drunk, take you home... then ravish you..."
"I bet that wouldn't be too difficult," he responded with a smirk as he reached for her hand.
"I have big plans for you tonight, Mr. Steele."
"Do you, darling? Something fun, I hope?"
"In fact, it includes a romantic stroll along the beach."
"And?" he prompted.
"We'll just have to see where it leads..."
"Hopefully the bedroom door."
~*~o~*~
Laura and Remington strolled along the beach, their arms locked together. "The ocean looks so beautiful tonight," Laura commented as she leaned against the strength of Remington's upper arm.
"Yes, doesn't it?" Remington agreed.
They stopped to gaze out at the shimmering waves in the moonlight, and Remington spread a blanket onto the sand. Laura opened the bottle of wine she had been carrying. They both took a sip from the bottle. Moments later, Laura lay upon the blanket with her head cradled in Remington's lap.
Suddenly, she sat up quickly. "Mr. Steele, look!" she exclaimed, pointing to a figure of a woman on a nearby dock as she was peering at them with binoculars.
Remington turned to look, but the woman had abruptly disappeared. "What, darling? I dont' see anything," Remington spoke curiously as the waves plundered against the rocks nearby in cascading torrents.
"I saw a woman. She was at the restaurant tonight. The other day I saw her hanging around outside the office. Several times I have noticed her following us in the car. I also saw her in the stairway when we were going to the loft the other night. Who is she?"
"Believe me, Laura, I have no idea who she could possibly be. What does she look like?"
"Quite beautiful actually. She has long dark hair and beautiful bright blue eyes," Laura stated. "You mean to tell me you have no idea who she is?"
"Jealousy, eh?"
"I won't have you cheating on me," Laura said accusingly.
""Laura, I'm not. Don't you believe me, love?" Remington asked with sincerity as he tenderly caressed her cheek.
"What about this?" Laura demanded as she pulled several papers from her purse.
Remington raised an eyebrow in curiousity as he opened the notes and began reading through them. They were all messages that Laura had received from a jealous pursuer who had romantic designs upon Remington. "Laura, I have no idea who wrote these messages to you. Believe me, I am not cheating on you," he assured her. "I've been getting letters, too."
"Have you? From the same person?"
"It's not the same handwriting," Remington stated.
"Maybe there are two women after you," Laura said with a sudden giggle.
"Carissa," Remington said quietly to himself.
"What was that?" Laura asked.
"Just wondering," Remington responded with a distant, far-away expression lurking within his eyes.