Fran crossed the plaza and searched around. That's when she recognized the man of her dreams. Maxwell and she strode toward each other and embraced each other in a big hug. Arm in arm, they walked to the elevators. The elevator was quite crowded. Nestled close together, Fran and Maxwell stood side by side. Maxwell noticed, a gentleman kept staring at Fran and he pulled her even closer. Finally, they arrived at the right floor and Maxwell escorted her to their suite. After the door slammed shut behind them, he covered her eyes with his hands. "No peeking!" he whispered lovingly in her ear. Laughing, she let him lead her into the room. "Open your eyes!"
Fran couldn't get out of her stupor. On the table was a huge bouquet of red roses and a chilled bottle of champagne. Furthermore, there were strawberries and chocolate. The whole room was bathed in soft candlelight, slow music was playing in the background. "Oh Maaxx, you're crazy!" She turned to him and kissed him with all her love. Maxwell wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her back with equal passion. "My God Fran, I've been longing for this all day. I could hardly stand to see you and not be allowed to touch you." His hands roamed down her body. "Do you think I felt any different." Fran slipped off his jacket, loosened his tie. He slid the straps of her dress down and pulled it off her. With kisses and his tongue, he caressed the exposed skin. Their desire for each other grew with every second. Maxwell flung her bra away. He nuzzled and stroked every inch of her breasts. Fran cheered the moment. She felt like she was on fire. She could barely stand. All over again she moaned his name, a sign for him he was doing the right thing. Fran took off his shirt as well and now she covered his upper body with kisses and let her tongue wander. Maxwell had a feeling as if electric shocks were going through his body. In the wild frenzy they got rid of the rest of their clothes. Naked, they lay on the bed, caressing each other and kissing violent. Fran turned on her back and pulled him over her. "Maax please!" He looked deep into her dark eyes; he knew what she wanted. "I love you, Fran!" "I love you too!" Then they made love in perfect harmony. For the next few hours, they gave completely into their feelings. Every time they reached the peak Maxwell covered Fran's mouth with his own to prevent her from screaming. Both gave their best to please the other one and intent on fulfilling the needs of the other. Fran was engulfed in their passion and love. Maxwell was the perfect lover for her. He always knew what to do and he had an incredible instinct about either to move tender and slow or wild and fast. Maxwell himself was overwhelmed by his feelings for Fran. Never had a woman captured him like her and never had a woman giving herself completing to him like her. When she pressed her body against his, he felt like he would die.
Later, they lay happy and satisfied next to each other, their breathing slowly calming down again. Their gaze met. Maxwell took her in his arms and tenderly stroked her back, she played with his hair and nuzzled his neck. It was so amazing just to lie there and to feel each other's heartbeat. No words were needed. They knew exactly what the other one was thinking and feeling. They sank into a light slumber. Fran was the first who woke up. She glanced at the sleeping Maxwell. He looked so sweet and adorable. She was so in love with him. Never before in her life had she felt such strong emotions for a man. She got out of bed, slipped into her underwear and put on a bathrobe from the hotel. She went into the bathroom to freshen up a bit. When she re-entered the room, Maxwell had also awakened. He was wrapped in a bathrobe too and was opening the champagne bottle. Fran stepped up to him and buried her face in the red roses. She had rarely seen so many at once. Maxwell smiled at her. He grabbed the bottle and the two glasses; Fran grabbed the tray of strawberries and chocolates and they got comfortable in bed again. Fran cuddled up on his lap, they sipped occasionally and fed each other. There was chocolate residue hanging from Fran's mouth, which he licked off with relish. "Mhh yummy!" "The chocolate or me?" In response, he gave her an even longer more intense lip lock. Fran snuggled up to him. "I could sit here with you forever. I feel so safe with you, you're my home!" "I feel the same way. You are a wonderful woman. With you I'm able to be myself!"
They hugged and held each other tight. "Do you think Max, they suspect something? I mean Niles and the kids?" "I don't think so Fran." He grinned "We were very convincing earlier weren't we!" Fran laughed "Absolutely, although I had a hard time not bursting out laughing. You were very persuasive!" "So were you! By the way how did you come up with this name, I mean Mark?!" "Well, it's not supposed to be noticeable when there's an M in my schedule surrounded with a heart." "Aha really smart. I bet no one even remotely thinks that we are more than boss and nanny!" Maxwell and Fran's thoughts drifted back to the night their love story began.