Written by mmccallihan @ gmail. com
"Fran, tell me again why we're here in this freezing snow filled mountain town instead of lying on the beach in St. Bart's with everyone else?" Val shivered and whined as the two women followed their luggage to the front desk of the Little Nell luxury lodge in Aspen, Colorado.
"Because Val," Fran replied dragging out the vowel in her friend's name. "I have it on very good authority that the Sheffield's are coming to this very hotel, today."
"So you spoke with Niles?" Val asked while the two waited behind a family checking in.
"No," Fran shook her head, "Gracie," she stated frankly as Val stepped up to the desk.
Fran Fine gave a cursory glance around the lobby while she waited for her lifelong friend and assistant to handle the details at the desk. She wondered if the Sheffield's had arrived yet. The excitement of seeing them caused her knees to shake; she moved towards the sitting area and slid into the overstuffed chair facing the huge fireplace. Fran soaked in the warmth as the memories of why she left the Sheffield's filled her mind.
Maxwell Sheffield was once again dragging his feet in their relationship but still wanted her to go to Hawaii with the family on vacation. Fran knew it would be just another time where she would get her hopes up by the loving attention she received from the man who owned her heart just to come back home to reality—his fear and guilt that kept him from committing to a relationship with Fran. Then fate stepped in with a trip to Hollywood.
She left to visit Heather Biblow, her ex fiancé Danny's widow, who somehow nabbed a spot on Fran and Val's favorite soap, the Young and the Restless. Heather blew the job but Fran was asked to fill her shoes and after several months on the show, she and Val were riding high on her salary and splurging with this trip to Aspen. Like her friend, Fran would rather be sunning herself on a beach somewhere but when Gracie, her youngest charge when she was nanny to the Sheffield's, called and asked her to come to Aspen she changed her plans immediately. Resting back into the chair Fran closed her eyes and sighed.
Maxwell Sheffield stepped off the elevator into the rustic, but plush lobby and perused the area. His eyes landed on the vision of Fran Fine eyes closed, dark curls splayed across the cream colored cushion where her head rested. His heart skipped a beat and he caught his breath. He never thought she would come to Aspen at Grace's request and he lifted silent thanks heavenward as he soaked in her beauty enjoying the ability to watch her without her knowing.
His eyes surveyed her form clad in body hugging black leggings, a brightly colored sweater and a black turtleneck that accentuated the curve of her slender neck. Her full, luscious lips were covered in her favorite Cadillac red, dark lashes contrasted against her soft, alabaster skin and curly tendrils of her chocolate brown hair rested on her cheek and forehead.
Max loved how petite she was, how her body fit in his, her head tucking just under his chin when they hugged. How he missed those hugs and stolen kisses. His face flushed at the thought.
The last few months had been torture without her. First he installed Niles' plan to hire Ms. Biblow to make Fran jealous which failed miserably and Max was more than happy to fire her after she tried to slip into his shower with him. The children tried all their wiles to bring Fran home and when she wouldn't relent they vacillated between anger and sadness before settling into indifference. This was his last attempt to get her back; he was putting it all on the line with her. He knew that's what she wanted before she left, he hoped she did still.
Val's voice calling Fran jolted him from his reverie and he turned away from them, slid into a nearby chair with his back to both women. Ducking down to hide his head he listened to their conversation.
"Fran, ready to head up?" Val asked her friend after she found her. "What time do you meet the Sheffield's for dinner?
"At 7, so I've got time to unpack, freshen up and," and then Fran said the five words that caused Max's heart to leap into his throat. "I've got to call Peter." Max sat up, watched the two women head toward the elevators and then took the stairs two at a time to Niles' room.
"Niles, it's over," Max exclaimed as he burst into his friend and faithful butler's room and sank into a chair breathing heavily his heart bursting in his chest.
"What do you mean it's over?" Niles asked incredulously. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," Max retorted standing and beginning to pace. "I haven't even spoken to her."
"Then how can it be over?" Niles asked again more calmly this time. "Is she here?"
"Yes, I saw her and Val in the lobby," Max began. "After Val checked them in I heard Fran tell Val that she needed to call Peter. She has another man in her life," he cried forlornly, the despair in Max's voice was evident and Niles felt for his boss. So much so that he couldn't let him suffer thinking that Fran had a boyfriend.
"Peter is her agent, sir," Niles explained. "I'm sure she was just checking in, apparently someone is interested in her to star in a TV movie."
"Oh," Max uttered relieved and then his face flushed with embarrassment. "I don't know how much more I can take old man." Max headed toward the door pausing and turning to face his old friend. "Niles, I don't know what I'll do if this doesn't work."
"Sir, if you do this right, she'll be back," Niles rested his hand on his friend and employer's shoulder, giving it an assuring squeeze. "Shall I lay out your dinner attire?" Niles asked. Max cleared his throat, nodded, and headed to his room.
"God help us," Niles muttered as he followed Max. "She has to come back."
The two men passed Brighton in the hall as the youngest male Sheffield headed to his sisters' room.
"Alright," he started as he was let in the room. "We know dad has the potential to screw this up. So we need a plan to make sure it doesn't happen."
"Brighton," Gracie replied. "I think we should stay out of it and do damage control if necessary."
"I don't know Gracie," Maggie shook her head. "This is dad we're talking about."
"Okay, how about this," Brighton suggested. "Let's see how dinner goes and then we'll decide." Maggie and Gracie nodded their agreement and then turned to look at the phone as it rang. Maggie reached over to grab it and mouthed the word "Fran" to the others.
Val watched Fran talk with the Sheffield children and wondered why her friend just didn't go back to New York to be with them. She knew Fran missed them terribly and their incredibly handsome father. He was the problem Val knew. She just wished the man would realize how great Fran was for the Sheffield family. Maybe this trip would bring Fran the life of her dreams. Val hoped so, she was tired of life in sunny California and very ready to move back to New York.
"Okay Val, we're meeting the Sheffield's at lodge's restaurant called the Montagna at 6:45," Fran explained once she ended her call. "Gracie said Niles and Mr. Sheffield would be there as well."
"Okay Fran, you want the bathroom first?" Val asked watching the changing emotions on her friend's face. "You okay?"
"Oy Val, I haven't spoken with the man in months," Fran answered wringing her hands and nibbling at her bottom lip.
"He knows you're here and coming to dinner, right?" Val inquired. Fran nodded and moved to the closet.
"Oy, what am I going to wear?" Fran pondered looking at the large clothing selection she and Val just unpacked.
"Well, is it a fancy schmancy place?" Val asked standing and moving beside her friend.
"Hmmm, not really but I want to look great, you know, since it's been so long," Fran turned from the closet to look at her friend to make sure she understood. Val wasn't always the sharpest tool in the box but she was loyal, honest, devoted and could make Fran laugh, something she needed during the months since leaving the Sheffield's.
At first the Hollywood life was exciting, glamorous and helped her forget Maxwell Sheffield's inability to commit, but as the weeks became months her love for the children and their father grew not lessened and she found herself longing to go home. That's why she jumped at this trip, hoping he was ready to be the man she needed him to be.
"I'm sure whatever you choose will be fine," Val assured her friend. "But you could always ask the kids," Val suggested as she lifted the phone off the receiver and handed it to Fran. Fran smiled broadly and dialed the room.
"Brighton, Gracie and I are going down to Fran's room," Maggie explained as she hung up the phone. "You head over to dad's room and see how things are going." Brighton nodded and headed to his dad's room as the girls went to Fran's.
"Dad, are you ready for this?" Brighton asked after entering the room, standing next to his dad, sliding his arm around the elder Sheffield's shoulders and meeting his father's eyes in the mirror as he worked on his tie. Maxwell swallowed, darted his eyes to the young man in the mirror.
Brighton was such an imp when Fran came to them. Now he was on track for college, well liked by his peers and girls if the amount of phone calls to the house gave any indication. Fran had been a wonder for them all--Maggie who was no longer the shy, inward girl but confident and beautiful and Grace, well Grace had become the young woman that he never thought she would be. She was intelligent, outgoing and mentally healthy.
"Yes, Brighton, I am more than ready for this," Max answered emphatically. "But I'm not asking Fran to marry me and come home with us tonight."
"I know, I know," Brighton responded smiling. "But don't blow it and wait too long, or lose you temper, or treat her coldly," Brighton listed as Max's annoyance grew.
"Brighton, that is enough," Max cut his son's words off sternly. "But thank you, I get the point. We've discussed all this already. I know the importance of this visit. I'll try my best to get her to come back to us," he smiled, squeezed his son in a side hug and released him asking, "Now where are your sisters?"
"With Fran," Brighton answered moving to the sitting area and turning on the TV.
"Fran you look amazing," Maggie exclaimed as she watched her best friend and second mom put the finishing touches on her make up. "I think putting your hair up was a good idea. It shows off the neckline of your dress."
Fran glanced at the young woman in the mirror and smiled brightly. The black dress with the sweetheart neckline did bring out her best features. She knew Max liked her hair flatter as he told her once at her Camp Kindervelt reunion, but she also remembered the look in his eyes when she wore it up with a few tendrils hanging down. She saw the wanting and remembered the feel of his fingers brushing against her neck. Her face flushed with the thought.
"Hmmm, where did your thoughts go Fran?" Maggie giggled and glanced at Grace whose smile turned sad.
"What's the matter sweetie?" Fran asked sitting next to the young girl, embracing her and stroking her hair.
"I've just missed you so much Fran," Gracie sniffled and hugged the woman who had become her mom. Fran was the only mom she'd ever known. Fran saw the tears trickling down the young girl's face and hugged the girl tighter.
"I missed you too angel and I love you so much, but you have to understand," Fran explained. "Your father's inability to make a commitment was making it too hard to stay no matter how much I love you."
"I know Fran, but daddy's been just as devastated as we have," Gracie told her through her tears and Fran snorted.
"Really Fran, we've been trying to tell you this the whole time you've been gone," Maggie stood and paced. "He's a mess without you. Your leaving was like losing mom all over again except you left on purpose," Maggie stopped, turned and put her hands on her hips the anger evident in her voice.
"I'm sorry my angels I didn't realize," Fran said standing holding Gracie's hand and grabbing Maggie's. "I love you so much and I never wanted to hurt you in this way."
"We love you too Fran," Maggie answered for her and Gracie as Fran pulled them into a group hug.
"Does this mean you'll come home?" Gracie asked squeezing her tighter.
"The answer to that question sweetie depends on your father," Fran answered and as if on cue there was a knock on the door. Fran pulled herself from the girls' embrace and opened the door where a bellman stood holding a blue vase of 10 bright red roses. Fran took the vase from the bellman, flashing him a bright smile and handed him a tip before shutting the door and giving the girls a confused look.
"10 roses?" she looked at them quizzically.
"Come on Fran," Maggie sighed and rolled her eyes exasperated. "One for every month you've been gone."
"Awww," Fran replied, smiled and then removed the card. Her smile broadened as she read the familiar scrawl and she clasped the card to her chest as she brought the roses close to enjoy their sweet, fragrant aroma.
"What's it say?" Val asked from the chair where she'd been watching them.
"Fran, I've missed you terribly and I'm so looking forward to seeing you this evening. Love, Maxwell," Fran's voice trembled as she read the card and tears threatened to ruin her artfully applied make up. "Do you think he does?" Fran asked hesitantly looking at the three females in the room with doubtful watery eyes. "Love me?"
"What do you think?" Gracie asked softly silent tears slipping down her cheeks. Fran cradled the vase in her left arm as she sat on the bed next to the young girl, slipped her right arm along her shoulders and pulled her close.
"I hope so my angel, I hope so," she murmured in Gracie's ear before kissing her cheek.
"I know so Fran," Maggie whispered as she encircled the two in her arms and laid her head on her former nanny's shoulder. Another knock on the door startled the group and they released each other as Fran rose to answer the door. Gracie headed to the bathroom to fix her face.
"Hello Fran," Maxwell's voice rumbled through the opening of the door way and into her heart, causing it to quicken. She looked up into his olive green eyes and melted at the hopefulness she saw there.
"Hi," Fran replied softly suddenly shy as the object of the women's conversation stepped through the door followed by Niles and Brighton. The scent of Aramis wafted around her and she briefly closed her eyes enjoying being in the presence of this man. Opening her eyes she glanced at him and noticed him clenching and unclenching his hands, rubbing his index finger and thumb together in between.
"He's nervous too," Fran thought, she smiled warmly at him when he looked her way and his hands loosened at his side.
"Hello Miss Toriello," Max turned and nodded at Val who stood and offered a quiet "hello."
"Well ladies, are we ready to go?" he asked locking his eyes with Fran's chocolate brown ones.
"Yes," they responded and all stood at once, laughing when Brighton exclaimed, "Thank God, I'm starving!"
Brighton led the way, followed by the girls, Val and Niles. Max followed Fran placing his hand in the small of her back. He felt her tense in surprise and then relax flashing him one of her brightest smiles.
"It is so good to see you," Max whispered in her ear causing her skin to raise in goose bumps, his breath warm on her ear and neck. "You look and smell amazing."
"You're not looking so bad yourself mister," Fran said laughing, leaning into his side and placing a light kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for inviting me."
"Fran, after dinner could we go somewhere…alone?" Max asked as he guided Fran toward the others waiting for the elevator. "There's this great club, maybe we could go dancing?" he asked hopefully. Max's arms ached to hold her.
"That's sounds fabulous," Fran replied just as they reached the others and stepped into the open elevator.
"What sounds fabulous, Fran?" Gracie asked slipping her hand into Fran's.
"Your father and I are going dancing tonight," Fran explained, looked into the young girl's hopeful face and smiled. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Brighton's wink at his father and Maggie's pensive face. When the elevator door opened, Fran laid her hand on Maggie's arm causing her to stop.
"We'll be right there," Fran assured the others then led Maggie over to the chairs by the fire place. "I guess we need to work this out don't we."
"What," Maggie rolled her eyes and looked away from Fran.
"Mags I know you are very angry with me for leaving but there's something more there so spill it," Fran said watching the changing emotions on the eldest Sheffield child's face. Maggie sighed and Fran saw the determined look in the young woman's eyes.
"Look Fran, we need you and dad to stop playing around," Maggie stated frankly. "We are all worried that you both will let this thing die before going for it." Maggie stood before Fran causing her to look up at the resignation in Maggie's blue eyes. "It's time for you two to get over your fears, express your feelings honestly and see where that goes," Maggie explained as she reached out her hand to Fran's. "If you can't do that, then you need to tell us all it's over so we can move on."
"Don't you think you should be having this conversation with your father," Fran countered, standing, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot. Maggie moved closer to Fran and laid her outstretched hand on her friend's arm.
"We have Fran," Maggie replied softly. "That's why we're here." Fran's mouth formed a perfect "O" and she nodded.
"All right Mags," Fran slipped her hand around Maggie's waist and walked resolutely toward the restaurant. "This vacation is the turning point for us all."
Maxwell looked up and observed the change in the two women's countenance and wondered what was said. Fran noticed his tense face and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Everything all right?" he asked Fran as he stood and held her chair.
"Yeah, just girl talk," Fran responded sitting, grabbing the menu and asked, "what's everybody having?"
As dinner progressed Max marveled how Fran's presence brought back the laughter and joie de vivre that had been missing since she left. All three children expressed feelings, events and successes that he wasn't even remotely aware they had. The clever banter between Fran and Niles had his old friend's cheeks rosy and eyes twinkling. Suddenly longing to have Fran to himself, Max sat back, laid his napkin on the table and waved over the server.
"I think we're finished here," Max stated to the young man, then turned to look at his date for the evening and laid his hand on her arm to get her attention. "Shall we leave from here or would you like a few minutes?"
"I think I'll take that few minutes," Fran smiled brightly, laying her hand on his, which was now lightly stroking her arm sending delicious tingles up and down her spine.
"We'll go with you Fran," Maggie said as she stood and pushed back her chair. Grace and Val joined her.
"I'll meet you in the lobby say in 10 minutes," Max stated looking at his watch and smiled knowing she'd be down in 30. The three males watched the women leave, chatted a few more minutes then Brighton left to change for the movie he was going to attend with his sisters. Niles retired to his room to enjoy a cigar, brandy and Jacuzzi tub that he wasn't responsible to clean.
Max paced the lobby mulling the best way to express his love for this amazing woman. Would she respond in kind, would she be willing to leave her life and career in California and trade it for one with him? He knew by now that she'd received his second gift. A well-placed tip to the concierge made sure it would be placed in her room while they were at dinner.
He turned just in time to see her exit the elevator. Her eyes locked with his and the sparkle he saw there matched the one bouncing off the diamond teardrop necklace that hung from her neck—the second gift. He noticed several men in the room followed her with their eyes approvingly and Max felt a possessive jealousy. Looking from them to her beautiful brown eyes he realized he had no need to worry, her gaze was unwavering.
"You look smashing," Max exclaimed as he stepped forward to greet her noticing that she had added a jacket that accentuated the curve of her breasts and her tiny waist.
"Why thank you," Fran responded breathlessly and reached up to kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks for the necklace Max, it's fabulous!"
"No my dear Fran, you are fabulous," he stated touching his finger to her nose. "It matches the sparkle in those amazing brown eyes," he added and blushed at his forwardness.
"Hmm, flowers, an expensive gift and compliments," Fran listed off smirking. "I'd think you're trying to say something here, Maxwell Sheffield."
"Actually Fran that's what I wanted to speak with you about," Max turned suddenly serious and looked around the lobby for a place with privacy. A large group of skiers just entered the hotel with all their gear and luggage. Max started to suggest they head to the club when Fran's cell rang.
"Just a sec sweetie, I have to get this it's my agent," she smiled warmly at him as she greeted the caller on the phone. "Peter hang on a minute it's too noisy in the lobby I'm going to move."
Max watched her head towards the fireplace area and ease into the same chair he saw her sitting in earlier. While he wanted to give her privacy for her call, his inner yenta took over and he made his way to the chair opposite her.
"You're kidding," Fran nearly shouted. "WOW!" Glancing over Max's way seeing his facial expression turn downcast, Fran finished her call quickly promising Peter she would think about it and let him know tomorrow morning.
"What's with that face?" Fran asked reaching over placing her hand on his where it rested on his knee.
"You're career is taking off," Max said softly turning his hand and lacing his fingers through hers. "I'm too late," he said so quietly that Fran almost didn't hear him, but the words registered just the same and her anger was immediate.
"Wha," Fran stood abruptly yanking her hand away causing his head to snap up seeing her hands resting on her hips, tapping her toe, boring her smoldering eyes into his.
"You mean to tell me that's it, you're giving up with out even trying," Fran hissed. "You're a real piece of work Maxwell Sheffield," she exclaimed and turned on her heel heading toward the elevators. Max sat stunned for a moment, and then ran after her catching her hand in his.
"Fran wait," he cried reaching up with his other hand and turning her to face him shocked to see tears streaming down her face. " Oh Fran, I'm sorry," he said chagrined, he pulled her into his arms where at first she stood rigidly, then slowly melted into the hug and continued to cry softly.
"Let's go to my room and discuss this," Max suggested pulling back, lifting her chin and looking into her chocolate eyes pooled with tears. She nodded, turned to face the elevators and leaned her head on his shoulder as Max slid his arm around her. He handed her his handkerchief and she wiped her eyes and nose.
Max guided her into the elevator when the doors opened and continued to hold her as they rode up, exited, made their way down the hall and entered his room.
"I'm going to freshen up," Fran said softly and she walked through the plush sitting area to the bathroom. Max stepped over to the bar, poured himself a scotch, downed it and then poured another. He used the remote to turn on the gas fireplace, opened a bottle of wine and set out a glass for Fran. Max looked up when he heard her footsteps on the carpet.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Max asked, Fran nodded and sat in one of the overstuffed chairs. Max poured the wine, handed it to her and sat on the ottoman in front of her. He glanced down at his hands, took a deep breath and then gazed intently at her.
"Fran, would you please tell me what Peter had to say," Maxwell inquired.
"Why do you want to know Maxwell?" Fran replied a bit more stern than she intended.
"Please Fran, go along with me here," Max implored laying a hand on her knee squeezing it slightly when he felt her tense.
"There is a TV Movie of the Week role that I auditioned for and they would like to cast me in the part," Fran informed him. "It's a small, supporting role, but there are two good actors in the movie so it should be a good part."
"And what about the soap, how long is your contract?" Maxwell asked knowing she was probably being held over 13 weeks at a time, typical for most soaps.
"Actually I haven't signed for my next 13 weeks," Fran admitted taking a sip of wine, observing him through the veil of her eyes.
"Because of the movie?" Max queried sipping his scotch. Fran noticed his hand shaking as he lifted the glass to his lips, realizing how emotional he was.
"Not really, I can do both without disrupting my schedule," Fran explained swirling the wine in her glass.
"Then why? Do you like what you're doing?" Max asked searching her face as if to read her heart.
"Maxwell, is there a point here?" Fran inquired pointedly setting her glass on the side table. Max finished his drink, set his glass next to hers, stood and began to pace.
"Everything is wrong since you've been gone Fran," Max admitted. " The children aren't the same, Niles is somber, even C.C. misses you."
"And what about you," Fran asked. "Do you miss me?"
"Of course I bloody miss you," Max exclaimed, stopped and turned to look at her running his hand through his dark, curly locks. "But what does it matter. Your career is just starting and what kind of man would I be to ask you to give that up," he explained letting his hands fall to his sides.
"A man in love, Max," Fran stood, walked over to him, took his hands in hers, looped their fingers and looked into his gorgeous green eyes.
"But if I truly love you, I would want what's best for you," Max looked down at their hands, fingers entwined. "I would want you to feel free to do whatever you want to do."
"What if I think you're what's best for me?" Fran suggested releasing one of his hands placing her hand on his smooth cheek.
"Wouldn't you wonder if you made the right choice?" Max asked reaching up to wrap a curly tendril of her hair around his finger. "I mean being a wife to a stuffy old Brit and mother to three almost adult children isn't all that glamorous."
"Why don't you let me decide that," Fran murmured afraid to hope that her dreams of being with this man forever were finally coming true. "Besides are you asking?" she asked wide-eyed, smiling broadly.
"I was hoping to but," Max started to explain before Fran cut him off.
"Of course there's always a 'but' with you," she dropped her hand, frowned, stepped back and turned away from him.
"Fran, what I was going to say was that I was hoping to but not in this way," Max said softly as he reached out, turned her to face him and lifted her chin with his finger. "I had this whole plan but…"
"But..." she gazed at him hopefully.
Cupping her face in his hand, caressing her warm, soft cheek with the other he looked into her eyes, smiled and admitted, "Fran, I love you." Kissing her lush lips softly, he added, "If you'll let me, I'd like to spend our time here showing you how much."
Fran smiled brightly in response and Max slipped his arms around her pulling her into a slow, sweet kiss. Fran's fingers snaked their way through his lush salt and pepper curls. She tugged on his lower lip with her teeth pulling his mouth open, sliding her tongue in to tease his. Maxwell sighed with pleasure relishing the sweet taste of her mouth and the feel of her soft body against his.
"I love you too Max," Fran whispered against his chest where she rested her head after ending the kiss. "I have for so long and being away from you has been torture." Max hugged her tighter to him swaying in the silence of the room.
"Do you still want to go dancing?" Max asked after a few minutes hoping she'd say no.
"Not really," Fran responded, pulled from their embrace, laced her fingers through his and pulled him towards the sofa. "Let's just watch the fire a while, do ya mind?" she asked.
"What, mind having you all to myself, wrapped in my arms in front of a fire?" he kidded. "I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be." Together they lay entwined, talking softly, occasionally kissing, tenderly touching until Fran nestled her head against his chest and fell sound asleep. Shifting to his back, Fran sighed and curled into the nook created by his arm. Wrapping his arms around her he hugged her tightly and then drifted into the first good night's sleep he'd had in months.
When Max woke the next morning, he lay there a moment before opening his eyes assuring himself he wasn't dreaming. He figured Fran must have turned during the night because he was spooning her and he felt her back against him as he cocooned her with his body. He smiled as her hair tickled his chin where her head was tucked, the scent of her perfume and hair products tantalized his nose and he felt the rise and fall of her chest knowing she was still asleep from the steadiness of it.
Max loosened his hold on her and Fran shifted to her back and sighed. His fingers itched to trace the contour of her lovely face and beautiful body. Giving in he lightly followed the line from her widow's peak, down her nose over the rise and fall of her lips, chin and along her slender neck. He stopped there, raised his hand back up and rubbed the back of his fingers softly against her cheek reveling in the silkiness.
A lump formed in his throat, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes threatening to fall and he looked to the ceiling willing them not to. In his mind he was having trouble releasing the fear that he wasn't going to get her to stay. He wanted many more mornings like this where he woke up holding her after a wonderful night together. He wanted to spend the rest of his life loving her and he felt none of the former guilt that used to go with that thought. He knew it was his fear of commitment that caused her to leave; now he hoped his desire for one would make her stay with him and his family. Max felt Fran's hand on his cheek and turned to look at her.
"Why are you crying?" she asked softly with concerned eyes.
"Am I?" he replied moving his hand to his face surprised at the wetness there. "I was just thinking," he choked out, his voice a whisper heavy with the emotion.
"About?" Fran asked hoping it wasn't the same old guilt and fear involving Sarah and the kids.
"How wonderful it would be to wake up next to you for the rest of my life," he stated tearfully.
"Oh sweetie," Fran cooed and enveloped him in her arms, surrounding him with all her love. "Waking up with you by my side is a dream come true and I'd also like to do it for the rest of my life but at the risk of repeating myself from last night, are ya asking?" she chuckled with her question trying to lighten the moment. Max laughed out loud and hugged her tightly.
"You are a woman with a one track mind Miss Fine," Max stated pulling back from their embrace and smiling warmly at her. "Your mother would be very proud."
"Yes she would, but you're evading the question Mr. Sheffield," Fran smiled brightly her fingers twirling a few chest hairs that escaped from his unbuttoned collar. Max leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips. Fran wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss while allowing her fingers to play with his raven locks. Max's free hand slid down the length of her body before resting lightly on her hip causing Fran to sigh. A knock on the door brought an end to the kiss and Max looked intently into her chocolate brown eyes.
"I guess we'll have to finish this later," he told her his voice husky with desire.
"Promise?" she asked seductively. He kissed her again and growled in frustration when another knock interrupted them.
"Who is it?" he yelled to the door.
"It's me daddy," Grace's sweet voice carried from the hallway causing Max to panic.
"Just a minute sweetheart," Max replied standing, running his hands through his hair an anxious look on his face. "What are we going to do?"
"Oh will you calm down," Fran hissed at him as she stood, padded over to the door and opened it.
"Good morning my angel," Fran said as she pulled the child into an embrace. "Did you sleep well?" she asked stroking the young girl's back.
"Not really, Grace replied shaking her head. "You know I never sleep away from home," Grace reminded Fran as she pulled from her embrace and shut the door. "We were looking for you and couldn't find you."
"I'm sorry you couldn't find me sweetie, I fell asleep here on the couch," Fran explained running her fingers through the girl's blonde hair. "So did you need something Gracie?"
"Yes we were wondering if you were ready for breakfast," Grace inquired moving into the sitting area. "Brighton is complaining, Maggie is ready to hit the slopes…something about a cute ski instructor, and Niles, well, we haven't seen him yet today."
"Okay sweetheart," Max stated guiding the young girl back to the door. "Why don't you and the others go to breakfast. Tell them they can go on with their day and we'll all meet for lunch at 1."
"What are you and Fran going to do?" she asked searching her father's face.
"We have a few things to discuss yet sweetheart so Fran and I will meet up with all of you at lunch," Max told her as he hugged her.
"I thought you would've worked all that out by now Dad," Grace whispered in his ear as she hugged him back.
"I'm trying sweetheart but it would go bloody easier if we didn't have so many damn interruptions," Max explained as he looked over Grace's head and watched Fran grab her ringing cell.
"It's Peter,' she stated anxiously.
"Answer it," Max encouraged.
"But he'll want an answer," Fran gave him a wondering stare.
"Answer it darling," Max said again. Seeing her do so, he released Grace and opened the door. "Grace, sweetheart, go, eat and try not to worry. Everything will be fine," he assured her as he ushered her out the door and shut it.
"Well, Peter," Fran hedged looking at Max desperately. "Oh they've sent you a contract for me to look over…um…."
"Tell him to fax over the contract," Max told her moving away from the door to stand in front of her. Fran frowned and did what he told her.
"Why in the hell did you have me do that," Fran asked after she hung up hurt and confusion evident in her eyes.
"Now Fran, before you jump to conclusions let me explain," Max laced his fingers through hers, led her to the couch, sat and pulled her into a seated position. "Fran I love you so much," he said stroking her hand with his thumb, gazing intently in her brown eyes. "I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you more than anything but I want you to be able to make a decision about your future with all the facts. It can't hurt to look at the contract, right?"
"So is this you asking?" she smiled brightly laying a hand on his cheek stroking it lightly.
"Consider it more of the facts you need to decide your future," Max turned his face to her hand and kissed her palm. "Now what would you like to do today," Max asked tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Before she could answer her stomach growled loudly.
"I guess that answers what we're doing first," Fran laughed.
"I guess so," Max laughed with her. "Room service, the restaurant or shall we head out to somewhere in town?"
"Oh and could we go shopping?" Fran asked excitedly with a wide smile.
"How can I refuse that face, of course," Max smiled and kissed her nose. "Now can you be ready and in the lobby in 30 minutes," he asked knowing they wouldn't leave for at least an hour. Fran nodded and headed for the door. Max followed her, opened the door and was surprised when she stopped and turned.
"Wait I forgot something," she stated snapping her fingers.
"What?" Max looked around the room.
"This," she said as she pulled his head to hers and kissed him soundly on the lips leaving him light headed and weak kneed. "I love you sweetie," she sang out as she walked through the door and down the hall. Maxwell stood dazed for a minute as Niles entered the room.
"Was that Miss Fine I just saw leaving?" he asked with a knowing look. "Looks like it was quite an evening."
"Yes Niles it was but not in the way your thinking," Max chided him as he walked to the bedroom area and Niles shut the door. "We're heading out for breakfast and a day of shopping with a break at 1 to meet the children for lunch."
"Ah then casual and comfortable it is," Niles said as headed to Maxwell's closet.
"Something dark, Niles, she likes me in black," Max stated as he headed to the shower.
Gracie quickly returned to her room and told her two siblings what she found when she went in search of Fran.
"So Fran spent the night in Dad's room," Brighton smiled widely. "Way to go Dad!"
"Really Brighton, you can be so crude," Maggie dismissed him. "So Gracie were they happy?" she asked her younger sister.
"Well," Grace dragged out the word as she thought about how best to tell the next part. "When I was leaving she didn't look so happy," she hedged.
"What do you mean?" Maggie and Brighton sat up straighter. Grace explained that Fran received a phone call from her agent and that Dad had told her to tell him to send over some contracts.
"What," Brighton exclaimed smacking his head with the heel of his hand. "So is it time for damage control?" he asked.
"I don't know Brighton," Maggie said thoughtfully. "Let's see how things are at lunch."
"Speaking of which, can we go eat now?" Brighton whined. The girls rolled their eyes at each other, laughed, and then followed their brother out the door to the elevators where they saw Fran walk into her room, bright smile on her face.
"Hmm Gracie, seems things changed after you left," Maggie commented to her siblings as they boarded the elevator.
Val, are you up?" Fran asked as she entered the room.
"Yeah Frannie, I'm going skiing. There's this really cute instructor," Val told Fran as she checked her make up in the mirror.
"So I've heard," Fran murmured as she stepped over to the closet, removed last night's clothes and pulled on a fluffy robe and slippers.
"So have a nice night?" Val asked chuckling.
"Yes, but we didn't do what you're thinking so get your mind out of the gutter, Miss," Fran admonished her friend. "Actually, Val, he told me he loves me," Fran revealed eyes wide with wonder, a huge smile on her face.
"Really," Val exclaimed and pulled her friend to sit on the bed. "Dish, what he say, how did he say it, where were you?"
Fran filled Val in on the events of the evening as Maxwell stepped out of the shower in his room, splashed on some Aramis, brushed his teeth, and headed into the dressing area.
"Well Niles I think everything with Fran is going splendidly," Max announced triumphantly. "I told her I love her and want to marry her."
"Really," Niles exclaimed with surprise. "Dish, what did you say, how did you say it and how did she respond?"
"Really Niles you're worse than an old woman," Max responded laughing.
"Please sir I get so little romance in my life," Niles responded forlornly. Unable to contain his excitement Max told his faithful friend and butler the events of the evening.
Thirty minutes later Maxwell Sheffield entered the lobby and stepped over to the desk of the concierge where Max scheduled things for the night he planned to propose to Fran.
"Now you understand everything that I want?" Max asked the concierge, Robert who nodded. "You may contact my butler Niles if you have any questions."
"No problem Mr. Sheffield," Robert replied. "Everything will be just as you wish."
"Thank you Robert," Maxwell smiled and handed the young man three one hundred dollar bills. "It will be a very important evening and I'd hate it if anything went wrong."
"Don't worry about a thing, Mr. Sheffield, I'll take care of everything," Robert assured him and smiled broadly slipping the tip in his pocket.
With his business finished, Max moved over to the Living Room, ordered a cup of tea and waited for Fran.
As Fran took the short ride in elevator she wanted to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming. Maxwell Sheffield was in love with her and wanted to marry her. Sure he hadn't asked yet but she knew he meant it this time. He wasn't taking it back. She exited the elevator smiling brightly excited to see him. Robert approached her and told her that Max was waiting for her in the Living Room area.
Fran headed that direction and spotted him immediately--his slender fingers holding the newspaper open, tea sitting next to him, dressed in black slacks, turtleneck and leather jacket. "Hmmm I love that man in black," she murmured as he lowered the paper, greeted her with a warm smile and love-filled olive green eyes. Setting the paper down, he rose, strode over to her and pulled her into an embrace.
"I missed you darling," Max purred in her ear causing her stomach to flutter and her heart to skip a beat.
"Hmmm now that's not the usual response I expect from you when I'm late," Fran chuckled kissing his cheek and pulling back from their embrace.
"That was the old Maxwell Sheffield," he kissed her nose. "The new Maxwell knows you well enough to know that there was no way you'd be ready in thirty minutes" he moved to her side, clasped her hand and slipped it through the crook in his arm.
"Hmmm what other facts about me are you storing in that brain of yours," Fran laughed as he led her out into the lobby.
"You'll just have to stick around to find out my love," Max laughed as well and kissed her cheek. "Let's grab that fax on the way out so we can discuss it and you can tell Peter what you've decided," he suggested.
"I don't need to see the contract Maxwell," Fran told him suddenly serious. "I know what I want to do. It's the reason I didn't sign for my next 13 weeks. I want to go home," she stated soberly. "If Grace hadn't called, my plan was to do the movie and then go home."
"Are you sure Fran?" Max asked wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.
"Very, I've already told Peter. I have everything I've ever wanted right here," she responded wrapping her arms around his waist.
"So there's no need to go shopping?" Max asked smirking.
"Oh there's always a need to go shopping and eating," Fran exclaimed exuberantly. "I'm starving!"
"I know just the place," Max laughed and they headed down the street.
Fran added more hot water to the Jacuzzi tub she was soaking in as she prepared for her last evening in Aspen. Max said to plan for a very special evening at a wonderful restaurant at the St. Regis hotel. She remembered the hotel from one of their shopping trips; it looked just like a castle.
Fran turned off the water, breathed in the soothing vanilla aroma and thought about the last week. A week filled with shopping, ski lessons with Fran's favorite ski instructor, tubing and dinners with the children, and evenings cuddling with Max in front of a fire. Each night Max would walk Fran to her room and kiss her with a heated fervor that took her breath away. Yet each night he'd stop there, saying only he didn't want to rush, to which Fran would reply…4 years isn't a rush!
Her cell ringing cut into her thoughts. She saw it was Val and answered.
"Hey Val," Fran sang into the phone.
"Fran everything is ready to go back but where should I send it?" Val asked hoping Fran's response would be the Sheffield's. Val knew Fran and Max were on the road to a life together and she hoped that something had happened while she'd been in California handling the details for moving back to New York.
"Um Sweetie, I'm not sure," Fran admitted.
"Okay then question two: have you dealt with Peter?" Val queried.
"Yeah apparently he has no trouble dropping me from his client list. I guess I have a voice problem," Fran explained. "I don't care. It's not the life I'm after."
"I know," Val responded and added, "I hope you get the dream Fran."
"I think I'm going to sweetie," Fran replied hopefully telling Val about Max's plans for this evening.
"Niles would you quit fussing," Max huffed at his faithful friend who was following him with a lint roller and a bottle of Aramis around the room Max was pacing. Brighton watched their exchange and laughed.
"It's a very important night sir," Niles picked a stray thread from his boss' tuxedo. "Are you ready for this?"
"More than ready old man," Max placed a hand on Niles' shoulder. "Don't fret, I have a great evening planned and a wonderful woman with whom I am going to share it. I have had the good fortune of being in love with two amazing women. I know she'll say yes to the most important question a man can ask a woman. I'm a blessed man, Niles, a blessed man!"
"Yes sir, you are," Niles nodded misty eyed. Max saw the tears and his eyes filled as well. Neither man said anything for a moment.
"All right here I go," Max cleared his throat, smiled, grabbed his overcoat and headed out the door.
"Think he'll go through with it," Brighton commented from the sofa after he watched his father leave.
"God I hope so," Niles responded rolling his eyes, shaking his head and sighing.
Grace and Maggie glanced at Fran when she heard the knock on the door. They observed their normally confident nanny's hands shaking as she applied a coating of powder on her perspiring lip.
"Fran, calm down," Maggie chuckled. "Its just dad."
"Yes, Mags but it is also the night my dreams could come true," Fran stated with a wobbly voice. "I hope."
"Ready," Gracie asked smiling brightly at the other two women.
"Ready," Fran whispered.
"Hi Daddy," Grace said when she opened the door.
"Hi sweetheart, Margaret, Fran," Max found himself tongue-tied when he looked at her. He stopped short awed by the beauty of the woman he loved with all his heart.
"Oh Fran," he gushed as he admired the crimson silk, beaded strapless dress she was wearing that hugged every curve from her beautiful breasts to her shapely legs. He swallowed hard and his fingers twitched aching to touch her. "You look amazing," he said softly.
"You like," Fran asked her voice high and tight, a nervous smile lit her face.
"Very much," he purred. "Ready to go," he asked picking up her velvet overcoat, holding it open for her to slip on. He breathed in her special sweet scent of vanilla and flowers, closed his eyes in ecstasy and kissed her cheek.
"More than ready," she turned and whispered in his ear, placing a feather kiss on the shell of his ear. Max's face flushed, giggled nervously and coughed to cover it while guiding her toward the door.
"Good night ladies," they called out to the girls before shutting the door.
"You think he'll go through with it," Grace asked Maggie after the couple left.
"I hope so Gracie, I hope so," Maggie answered. "Let's go find Niles and Brighton, I need ice cream."
Max placed his hand on the small of Fran's back and guided her down the hallway. Stopping to wait for the elevator, neither said a word as anticipation of the night's events had them lost in their thoughts. Fran inhaled deeply and exhaled. The scent of Max surrounded her and she turned to look at him. His bearing was regal standing tall and straight. He was wearing an Armani tux that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist.
Watching his body language she could tell he was nervous. His furrowed brows and clenching jaw gave it away. Fran reached up, grazed her hand along his cheek, trailing her fingers down his jaw line landing on his tie taking great care to straighten it, leaning in to him as she did so. She heard his intake of breath, saw that he closed his eyes and felt his arms slide around her waist his fingers clasping behind her back.
"You look pretty incredible mister," Fran whispered seductively raising an eyebrow and smiling. "You just may get lucky tonight," she chucked him under the chin.
"Hmmm, I hope so," Max responded huskily then chuckling at the surprised look on her face. "Really darling, don't you think four years is long enough?" he asked laughing when she swatted him, grabbing her hand he raised it to his lips kissing the back of it, then turning it over and kissing the center of her palm. He heard her intake of breath, saw that she closed her eyes and felt her lean into him. The fact that this beautiful woman loved him and wanted him blew him away. Max lowered his lips, lightly kissing hers as the elevator opened.
"We'll finish this later," Max murmured his breath warm against her lips. He turned, laced his fingers through hers and they walked into the elevator.
"You've made that promise before," Fran commented doubtfully.
"Hmm I guess I'll just have to do better," Max responded lightly stroking her hand as they moved passed several other elevator passengers to the back of the elevator. Max released her hand as Fran stood in front of him and leaned her back against him. Max slid his arms around her slender waist resting his hands just under her breasts tracing lazy circles with his fingers along her stomach causing incredible sensations throughout Fran's entire body.
"You keep this up and we won't make it to the restaurant," she leaned up and whispered in his ear. He chuckled, hugged her tightly in response and kissed her neck, feeling her rapid pulse with his lips. The door opened to the lobby and the couple walked out of the lodge into a limo Robert had waiting for them.
The ride to the hotel was short and Fran kept a running conversation along the way and as they reached the hotel. Max just soaked in her energy and zest for life. He couldn't wait to spend the rest of his life with this woman. They headed into the dining room and enjoyed an amazing Mediterranean style dinner and were just finishing up dessert when the waiter suggested they head to the ballroom.
"A wonderful jazz band is playing tonight," the waiter commented. "Everyone here has enjoyed them so much."
"We never did get to go dancing earlier this trip," Fran teased her eyes glittering in the candlelight.
"I just have to make a call first," Max stated looking at his watch. Fran looked at him quizzically. "I have other plans for us darling and I just need to make a few adjustments," he explained.
"Oh sweetie I don't wanna mess with your plans," Fran said as she reached over to grab his hand.
"Nonsense," Max assured her squeezing her small hand in his. "I would love nothing more than to hold you in my arms," he admitted smiling widely.
"Okay then, you call whoever, that'll give me enough time to freshen up a bit," Fran responded standing to head to the ladies room while a still smiling Max paid for the meal and placed a call to Robert and Niles.
"Thanks for everything Old Man," Max said into the phone turning to see Fran as she exited the Ladies Room, smiled at the woman entering and then looked up at him. Once again struck by her beauty Max was entranced. His eyes slowly cascaded along her fabulous features--her chocolate brown eyes, pert nose, high cheekbones, full luscious lips, slender, graceful neck, dark curls bouncing on her creamy white shoulders and a body to die for.
"Sir," Niles voice floated outside the haze Max was in. "Sir are you still there?"
Fran glided towards Max smiling, she reached up, closed his hanging jaw and placed a feathery kiss on his check.
"Say something to Niles sweetie," Fran breathed into his ear as she rested her hand on his chest. Max blushed and cleared his throat.
"Ah sorry Old Man, I was a bit distracted," Max responded embarrassed.
"I'm sure you are Sir," Niles laughed. "Will there be anything else?"
"No, Niles, thank you," Max mumbled distracted as Fran continued to place light kisses along his ear shell and neck. "Uh Fran," he whispered huskily.
"Yes Max," she responded in a throaty whisper, her breath hot on his cheek.
"If you keep doing that I'm going to get a room and ravage you right on the spot," he spoke against her hair as he pulled her closer. "And as much as I'd like to, I'd really like to play out the plans I have for this evening."
"Play on, Maxwell, play on," Fran smirked, sighed, stepped to his side and slid her hand around his arm as he headed to the ballroom. When they crossed the threshold he took her hand and the couple slowly, deliberately made their way across the dance floor.
Fran knew there were other dancers on the floor but she was oblivious to them. There was only her and Max who at this moment was lightly stroking her back sending tingles from head to toe. His slender fingers played with the ones on the hand he was holding. His scent surrounded her; she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply tucking her head against his chest.
Max heard her sigh and glanced down at his love. The feel of her in his arms, the way she fit perfectly with his body, her incredible scent all filled him with such joy he couldn't contain it. It bubbled up inside him and he laughed out loud. Fran pulled her head back and gave him a surprised look.
"Everything okay?" she asked concerned looking deep into his eyes. She saw her reflection in the dark green pools and then it was replaced with something else. Dare she hope? Love? Desire?
"More than okay darling," Max smiled. "I'm just delirious with love," he exclaimed and then softer, "And desire," he added as he drew her closer to him and nuzzled her neck.
"Mmmm you read my mind," she purred scraping her nails along his scalp causing Max's knees to weaken. The cell phone vibrating in his pocket broke into the moment.
"Are you going to answer that?" Fran asked
"No need sweetheart," Max stated taking a deep breath to clear his head. "It just means it's time to move on," he explained as he placed his hand in the small of her back, walked her to the coat check room, grabbed their coats, helped Fran with hers ignoring her questioning gaze, slipped his on and then replaced his hand to her back guiding her out of the hotel to the waiting horse drawn sleigh.
"Oh Max, this is so romantic," Fran gushed as the driver pulled back the sheepskin blankets and the couple climbed in. Max pulled Fran into his body and then tucked the soft, warm fleece around them. The driver took his seat, said something to the horse and the sleigh lurched forward. She felt Max's arms holding her tightly; his breath visible in the frosty air warmed her cheek. She sighed with pleasure and he placed a warm kiss on her brow.
They rode in companionable silence as the town faded behind them and the mountains rose in front of them. Stars filled the sky above them and the sleigh rails crunched through the snow. The sleigh stopped in front of a lit up chalet. The door opened, Niles stepped out and headed toward the sleigh.
"Miss Fine, Sir," Niles chuckled a bit at Fran's surprised face and held out his hand to help her from the sleigh.
"Everything set?" Max asked as he stepped from the sleigh.
"Yes sir, I'll see you tomorrow," Niles turned to go when he felt Max's hand on his arm.
"Thanks for everything," Max stated patting him on the back.
"My pleasure sir, now go," Niles pointed towards Fran.
"Good night Niles," Fran said smiling as Max wrapped his arm around her waist and guided her inside. Fran stepped in the rustic cabin and glanced around the warm inviting room lit by the flame of many candles around the room. A fire crackled in the large river stone fireplace. Long, white tapers lit a table set with fruit, cheese and champagne chilled in a silver bucket.
"Oh Max, this is incredible," she exhaled looking over at Max to see his eyes upon her, an open, vulnerable expression on his face. "You are incredible," she stated laying her hand on his cheek.
"As are you darling," he smiled leaning down kissing her lips lightly. "Hungry?" he asked guiding her to the table.
"Let's bring this over to the sofa in front of the fire," Fran suggested grabbing plates, Max picked up the champagne and glasses and they made themselves comfortable on the overstuffed, tapestry-upholstered couch. Fran enjoyed the "nosh," Max enjoyed watching Fran.
"These chocolate covered strawberries are fabulous, you have to try one," Fran gushed leaning into him and feeding him one of the sweet delights. "What do you think?"
"Beautiful," he purred chewing slowly.
"Max, I'm talking about the fruit," Fran lowered her gaze to his amazing mouth smacking his chest lightly. Max noted how lovely her long, dark lashes looked fanned out along her creamy skin flushed from the warmth of the fire and the champagne. Grabbing her hand he pulled her to him and hugged her tightly. Fran curled up against his body.
"You know Fran," Max's started, his voice rumbled in his chest where she rested her head. "When I made the decision to come here to see you I knew I had to shed the guilt and fear of the past and that I had to be ready to make a commitment without looking back. I'm a brand new man Fran and your love has made me that way," Max stopped for a moment looking into his love's brown eyes pooled with tears. "I love you so much my darling and want very much to marry you, to spend the rest of our lives together.
Fran gasped and placed her small, delicate hand in front of her mouth as Max pulled a ring box from his breast pocket, opened it revealing a large diamond ring in a platinum setting. The tears that pooled in her eyes spilled down her cheeks.
Max reached up with his other hand and caught her tears. Her heart leapt into her throat, beating furiously and then slowed. She breathed in deeply and wondered why it was taking her mouth so long to form the answer that had been waiting on her lips since she stepped into the Sheffield household four years ago. She'd just waited so damn long to hear this from him. She leveled her gaze at his olive green ones.
"Yes," she said in a breathy whisper and then placing her hands on each cheek she kissed him soundly on the lips. "Yes, Maxwell Sheffield, I will marry you," she whispered into his mouth. He softly bathed her lips with his tongue tasting chocolate and strawberry before Fran parted her lips and sucked his tongue inside her mouth causing Max to groan from the intensity of the feeling rioting through his body. Their kiss moved from frantic to slowly sensual and Max savored the sweet softness of her mouth.
"God, Fran, you can kiss," Max exhaled as they broke apart panting. Fran rested her head against his cheek, snaked her hands up his supple chest and slid her fingers through his soft, curly locks.
"Are there anymore plans to play out here Maxwell, because if it's all the same to you I'd like to take you up on that ravaging part you mentioned earlier," Fran inquired trying to regulate her breathing. Max growled his response claiming her lips once more, then pulled from her, stood, picked her up, carried her from the living area and stood her next to the bed.
"You are so beautiful," he cried hoarsely admiring her as he unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. He reached around, undid the clasp on her bra and slid the straps down her shoulders revealing even more of her incredible body. His body reacted to seeing her toned, turned on body. Her small fingers fumbled a bit while she worked off his tie, undid his shirt buttons and unbuckled his pants. He removed his shirt and they both sighed as their bodies came together. Fran stepped out of her shoes and started to remove her stockings when Max stopped her.
"Let me," he begged as he sat her on the bed and kneeled on the floor. He reached into the thigh high stocking and felt her intake of breath. Slowly he lowered it down her leg, trailing kisses along the way. He gave the same treatment to the other leg and he heard her release a throaty moan. He stood next to the bed, removed the rest of his clothing pausing for a moment to admire the love of his life. He saw her approving gaze and he felt ten feet tall.
"Maxwell, please," Fran cried and reached for him. He lowered his feverish body to hers and they cried out at the intimate contact.
"I love you so much Fran," he said his breath hot against her cheek, his lips searing her skin where he placed a kiss. "I burn for you," he admitted as his teeth grazed her chin. "I want you more than you can imagine," he breathed as he kissed his way down her neck to stopping to kiss the hollow between her collarbones.
"I'm getting the idea,' Fran chuckled and Max laughed.
"I love your sense of humor," Max admitted.
"I love your laugh," Fran looked down to his eyes, running her fingers through his hair. "I love your hair, I love your eyes, and right now I'm loving that mouth of yours," she smiled seductively, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh I'm only getting started," he growled and spent the better part of the night showing her so.
Max woke wrapped around Fran's body, her back rising and falling with the steadiness of her breathing. He released his hold a bit and rolled on his back, she sighed, curled up in the crook of his arm and rested her head on his chest. Max played with her hair as he went over the events of the previous evening smiling with satisfaction how his plans worked out. He figured he was the luckiest man on the earth and couldn't believe this amazing woman was going to be his wife, was going to spend the rest of their lives with him. Max felt Fran's hand on his cheek
"Why are you smiling?" she asked.
"Am I?" he replied. "I have plenty to smile about."
"Hmmm, we both do," Fran purred wrapping her arms around him.
"Let's see what I can do to keep that smile on your face, darling," he growled and did just that.