- Steele Circulating
- He walked briskly into the room. Posture exquisitely erect,
he paused, straightening his bow tie with endearingly boyish
self consciousness. He looked across the crowd with an inquisitive
smile. Voices, even the music caught for a moment - a gasp of
silence. It seemed as if there was a collective intake of breath
as he entered the gathering. Heads turned, smiles broadened to
meet his. The whispered words "Remington Steele!" replaced
the hush as excited voices spread the message of his arrival
from one guest to the next. The sound of the melodious string
quartet slowly rose along with a murmur of conversation.
- God he was gorgeous. This prayer of thanks sprang up to whatever
Being had been responsible for his particular combination of
genes. Clear, deep blue eyes fringed with dark lashes. Hair thicker
than seemed humanly possible, neatly combed, but still managing
to fall charmingly across his forehead with a casual indifference.
Well defined dark brows, moving with expressive arches over those
wonderful eyes. The smile. Less than perfect perhaps, sliding
sideways, teeth slightly crooked, but irresistible. It seemed
no one could fail to answer that dimpled smile with one of their
- The crowd parted to welcome him in, and then closed around
him again as those who sought a moment with him vied for his
attention. Steele worked his way through the room, leaning in
briefly here and there to share a laugh, to offer a response.
The room was energized by his presence. Those who had spoken
with him basked in their moment with him, those waiting vibrated
with the anticipation of enjoying his twinkling blue gaze.
- A server offered him a canapé. He accepted with a
grin no less warm than the ones he bestowed on Los Angeles's
gathered elite. He saw no classes. And ate the proffered morsel
with relish, the same way he approached everything in his life.
Each experience something to be thoroughly explored and enjoyed.
- Two attractive and vivacious young women attached themselves
on either side of him. Their upturned faces spoke of their attraction
to Mr. Steele, and the hope that they could persuade him to make
them his companions for the evening. Flawless mouths laughed,
long eyelashes fluttered. Steele glanced away from these two,
seeking a new target, before graciously excusing himself to reach
his hand out to greet a tall thin man with a string tie and a
- "Laura?" An amused male voice interrupted her distracted
contemplations. Turning to focus on the three elegantly dressed
men who were gathered around her, Laura realized they were waiting
for her response to a remark she had completely tuned out.
- "There you are!" Steele's voice held a smile as
his hand slid around Laura's waist, settling possessively on
her mid section. His interruption saving her from the need to
reply. Steele's free hand reached out to shake the hands of the
men hovering near Laura. Her heart pounded so loudly in her ears
at this sudden connection to Steele that she could not at that
moment hear any other sound. The crowd in the ballroom took on
a vague blur. Laura could see only those long elegant fingers
which must surely be searing a print on her skin. Laura looked
up into the deep blue eyes she loved so well, stunned to realize
she had been his destination as he had maneuvered through the
- "Don't leave me again, Laura! It took me hours to work
my way back to you." Steele whispered into her ear as the
men wandered off in other pursuits.
- A dimple played across her cheek at Steele's exaggerated
woes. Laura reached up to briefly kiss Steele on the corner of
his handsome jaw.
- "Not a chance, Mr. Steele."
- At that moment a camera flashed in the detective's faces.
Laura cringed. "That's going to hurt your reputation - Remington
Steele and unnamed associate spotted together."
- "Best thing that could happen to me." Steele assured
Laura, grinning as he pulled her firmly backwards against him
with that possessive hand. "Best thing that has ever happened
to me. Stick with me kid!"
- Music soared around the two as they walked into the crowd
- The End
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