Disclaimer: I don't own any part of The Nanny…yet.
A/N: I don't know where this will go… Let me know what you think.
New York Dates:com
Chapter 21
Max emails Joy 2
FROM: Max*NewYorkDates:com
TO: Joy*NewYorkDates:com
Hello Joy,
Oh, don't you fear Joy, I think Fran is way out of my league. I don't think she'd ever even look at me like that. Oh she flirts and plays little games…but I don't think it's serious. I'm a good deal older than her. Not that age matters. Not to mention, I'd regret it terribly if we started something and it didn't work out, the children would be devastated.
You don't need concern yourself with my business partner either. She was my wife's best friend. Oh, we attend the occasional function together, but I think she's just trying to 'look out for me', for Sara. Sara was my wife's name. As I said, my butler and I go way back. I owe a great deal to him. He got me through school and introduced me to my wife. We're from England, Joy. You have to understand, things are different over there. We grew up together, but his parents were the butler and cook of my parents. We were friends long before he became my valet. But, in all honesty, I'd be lost without him. I should tell him that. Thank you for making me see it.
There are definitely parts of my work that I don't enjoy. But luckily, my partner thrives upon those very things. As a business team we're perfectly suited. If I could share a secret, I think she's got feelings for my butler. They are never in a room together when the tension isn't palpable. It's great fun to watch them really, the witty banter and practical jokes. They either truly despise one another or they are desperately in love. I tend to think the latter. But, I'm a bit of a romantic. LOL
I hope you're right about it never being too late to be happy. I love my children and my work. But there is something missing. I want there to be someone who cares about my day, someone who really values my opinion. I want someone who can't imagine waking in the morning next to anyone but me. Do you understand, Joy? I know it must sound pathetic, but I had that once. And I don't believe it's too late to try to find it again. Well, I've gone all sappy now haven't I? I suppose that means I should bury myself in some work.
I look forward to hearing from you again soon.
Yours,
Max
"Well, Max, you do just lay it right out there when you don't have to look in the eyes of the woman...I just don't know if this is the right thing to do or not. What if I'm just looking for a substitute for..." Max sighs unable to even say her name when he's alone. "Sara...please. Give me some sign...you know how bad I can be at these things. Am I just missing the forest for the trees?"
"Hey, Mista Sheffield..." Fran paraded into the room. "Watcha doin'?"
Max quickly clicked the mouse and sent his email then closed his laptop. "Oh, Miss Fine...I was just sending an email to a new friend."