by
Mary Ann
(maryanncleveland@prodigy.net)
"Oh Mr. Sheffield, ya know the psychic told me I would dance on water with the man of my dreams.
What a waste of money that was."
Fran leads Max off the dance floor. She is thoroughly depressed, even though she and Max were outstanding in their sexy Mambo. The whole experience just went right over her head; due to the fresh humiliation she had suffered from Steve the stowaway.
"Miss Fine, I hate to see you so depressed...I know how to cheer you up!" Let's do something really sinful and exciting!"
Fran starts to whine..."Oh, Mr. Sheffield...'heh???"
"Yes, says Max--I know you'll love it!"
"OK, " Fran looks at him suspiciously--'I hope this time it's not a pizza with all the trimmings, again' she thinks.
"Come on, Miss Fine...I'm going to take you gambling...all on me!"
"Oh...yes, you're right, that would be fun!" she says.
At the craps table, they join Niles and CC. Incredibly, Niles has a pile of chips in front of him, and is actually cooing to CC and having her blow on his dice! The sight of this stops Max and Fran in their steps--they stare incredulously.
"I'm not sure I can handle this scene," says Fran. "How about blackjack?"
"I must agree with you Miss Fine, do you know how to play?"
"Sure, I used to go to Atlantic City all the time, of course, I could only afford to play at the $2 table." she says.
"Well, tonight, I am bankrolling you--sky's the limit!" Max says.
Oh, Mr. Sheffield...you really know how to whisper sweet nothings in a girls ear."
Max and Fran left the casino at 1am. Fran was flush with excitement--in two hours she turned Max's $1000 into $5000--and he insisted she keep all of it! Steve, who.
Fran went to her cabin on deck three and opened the door. Val immediately greeted her with Fran's overnight bag.
"Fran, I'm, err, entertaining tonight--here's your bag--could you possible go to CC's cabin for tonight?"
"OH, VAL! Fran whined...I'm so exhausted--between the beach, shopping, dancing and gambling, I've had a long day."
"Please, Fran...I'd do it for you," Val wailed.
"Oh, alright. Give me my bag."
Fran took the elevator up to the Penthouse deck and knocked on CC's door. No answer. "Just great" Fran thought. "Now what am I going to do."
Well, I guess I only have one choice--and it ain't my parents cabin. She shuddered at the thought. She marched down the corridor to the very last cabin--the fabulous Penthouse Suite. She gently knocked on the door. Mr. Sheffield opened the door with a look of surprise (and, did she also see a touch of joy---nah, in her dreams).
"Miss Fine, this is a surprise!"
"I'm so sorry Mr. Sheffield, but I don't know what else to do. Val is, um, entertaining in our cabin, CC's not in hers, and I need a place to stay for the night. Can I crash on your sofa?"
"Why, of course, Miss Fine" he said as he held the suites huge double doors open for her. Fran walked in the fabulous suite and gasped. The living room had a low fire happily crackling in the fireplace. The wrap around balcony had a garden, wet bar and Jacuzzi. Her cabin on deck three was about the size of the walk-in closet of this suite.
"Oh, my god! Mr. Sheffield, this is unbelievable! Now I don't feel so bad on imposing on you--I could get lost in this cabin!" That couch looks very comfortable--it's bigger than the bunk in my cabin!"
"Miss Fine, there is no way I am going to allow you to sleep on a couch. Look at the enormous bed in my bedroom!"
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield, really I don't mi....HEH???" She looks at him wide-eyed.
"Miss Fine, I am going to call the butler, and have him separated the king size bed into 2 double beds--no problem, whatsoever."
"But, Mr. Sheffield, Niles isn't around"
"Not Niles, all the Celebrity Suites come with 24 hour butler service." Max says.
He picks up the phone and hits the butler service button. "Hello, Edwin, could you please come to my suite, thanks."
Edwin arrives immediately. His eyes go right to Fran. 'Wow, he thinks, can a guy be more lucky than this Sheffield chap--looks, money, and the most gorgeous woman I've seen in a long time.
"Yes, Edwin, could you please arrange to have my bed turned into two doubles?"
Edwin looks at Max with eyes wide open in surprise. "You want me to separate the beds?" he asks incredulously.
"Yes, please, and we will need a bottle of Dom as soon as you are finished."
"Yes, sir" Edwin says. 'I heard a lady say that the whole cruise was gay, earlier...she must have been right' he thinks, shaking his head.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield, really, the couch is fine for me--I've certainly slept in worse places...that didn't come out right."
"I will not allow it when there are two perfectly good beds--that's final." Max says.
"You're the boss." Fran says. "This could be fun--like a pajama party!" Let's get some snacks and champagne and sit in front of the fire and tell ghost stories!"
Max chuckled at her wide-eyed love for life, and sweet girlishness. '
"As you wish--Edwin?"
"Right away sir," he said, totally confused. From their body language, and the looks in their eyes, it was certainly obvious to him that they were very attracted to each other. Crazy Americans, and Brits! Nothing like India.
Fran looked at Max in his expensive robe and pajamas let her mind wander. 'Stop that--he only sees you as his Nanny, nothing more. Put those thoughts out of your head right now. If you are going to be sleeping in his room, you can't let even your subconscious go there--remember the time you were smashed and landed up in his bed? THAT wasn't too embarrassing!
"Mr. Sheffield, I'm going to use your powder room to change. I hope Val packed my warm robe, even though that fire is cozy. I'll be right out." She said. "I hope Edwin brings some good hor'doueveres!"
Amused, Max chuckles. "Miss Fine, sometimes you are so adorable. Here you are in the finest suite on the ship, a handsome millionaire, Dom Perignon, and all you think about is food."
"How long ya known me?" she giggles, and retreats into the bathroom.
Inside, she opens the bag Val packed. "OH, NO.... VAAAAL."
"Is there a problem, Miss Fine?" Max asks worriedly.
"Uh, no Mr. Sheffield...it's just that Val didn't exactly pack my robe and pajamas."
"Oh, well, that's not exactly a tragedy, Miss Fine...after all, you're only going to sleep."
Fran walks out of the bathroom wearing what Val did pack. Her snow-white camisole with sheer long white covering and a long train. It is trimmed in soft white fur all the way from the collar to the train. She also included her white high heel slippers that had the matching fur.
Maxwell sees her approach him and his mouth drops open. He immediately feels a rush to his groin and gasps. "Oh, Miss Fine, you look ravishing"
"Mr. Sheffield, I'm a little embarrassed to be wearing this--I don't know what Val was thinking--what am I saying, VAL doesn't know what Val is thinking." Fran says.
"No, no Miss Fine...you look...great." Max says, though, the closer she gets to him, the more he starts to perspire. 'She is unbelievable--how am I going to control myself tonight knowing that she is sleeping in my bedroom? He thinks.
Knock on the door. Edwin wheels the champagne and hors' douevers. "Will there be anything else, sir?" Edwin asks, his eyes never leaving Fran, his mouth slightly agape.
"No, that will be all, Edwin" Max says, noting Edwin's lustful gaze. 'Oh, well, who can blame him.'?
"Oh, good, food!" Fran says and rushes for the tray.
"Miss Fine, let me pour you a glass of champagne." Max says, trying to keep his eyes above her shoulders.
"OH, Mr. Sheffield, are you trying to get me tipsy so you can have your way with me" she giggled, playfully. "You know I can't handle alcohol--remember what happened last time I drank?"
"Yes, you climbed into my bloody bed" He said. Strange, he started to get aroused just thinking about it. I wonder what would have happened when I woke up and found her there if CC hadn't been in the room, he thought. Stop it, old man, or your going to grab her right now and carry her into your bedroom--don't even think it!
"YES, I'm still wondering why my ears itched the next day," she pondered.
"Ohhh, let's sit in front of the fireplace and have a little picnic" she said.
"Whatever you want, darling"...darling??? Where did that come from, He thought.
Fran looked up at him with wide eyes. Had he just called her "darling"...no, she was hearing things. Wishful thinking. She went back to arranging the food and wine for the 'picnic'
They sat in gazed into the fire, talked about the kids, Niles and each other. The wine was beginning to take effect, and both grew more and more uninhibited. Max put his arm around her and was relieved that she did not pull away--indeed, she snuggled his chest.
He leaned down and kissed her, lightly at first, then with a passion he didn't know he possessed.
'This isn't really happening, Fran thought--I'll be waking up any minute, so I might as will give in. The wine made her pleasantly dizzy.
"Miss Fine...Fran...I want you so badly, I have for some time now--I am just now admitting it to myself" Oh, Fran, Fran...
His arousal was almost at a peak where he was past the point of no return.
Fran rolled on top of him and pressed feverishly against him. He tried to fight down his response, but when she sent her tongue to explore his mouth, he lost it, and returned the kiss with passion. His lower groin ached and he knew he must have her, whatever the consequences.
He stood up, bent down and lifted her. " Tonight you are mine," He said, kissing her ferociously.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield, do you think this is wise" Fran asked--worried that it just might NOT be a dream. In fact, her head was clear, and she was more than a little worried. Not that she hadn't dreamed of this, but, what would the consequences be...after all, this would change everything.
He didn't seem to hear her--his animal lust had completely taken over his mind and body, and he had only one thought--to take this woman that he secretly loved and lusted over for the last four years.
Max laid her on the bed, kissing her breasts, stomach and neck. He moaned as he lay on top of her, his hands discovering previous forbidden places. Fran weakly moaned a half-hearted 'no' But neither of them really heard her.
She was on fire, and just let go of all her apprehensions. She pulled off his pajama tops and he kicked off the bottoms. He gently pulled down the lace camisole bottoms. When they finally became one, they both moaned with a passion that was four years released.
Oh, god--he's a marvelous lover. Could this be the prim and proper Maxwell Sheffield making love to her this way? She pulled him in deeper and shuddered.
Max was in a frenzy of this own--he had always imagined that she would be passionate, but was overwhelmed by her responsiveness. The way she clung to him--he knew now that he would never again let her go. He had to force himself to slow down--he had to make sure she was satisfied.
They looked into each other's eyes--tears were starting to form. Fran felt faint from so much pleasure. Finally she let out a soft moan, oh..Mr. Sheffield she gasped. He let go at the same time...oh, Fran, Fran, Fran, he whispered.
They both lay motionless--he holding her gently. Fran started coming to her senses.
'Oh, no...Did this really happen?' she thought. 'What am I going to do now. He's never going to respect me now that he's gotten what he wanted.' I sort of tried to stop it, but it was too late--for both of us.'
She started to weep softly. Maxwell looked down at her. He lifted her face up and saw the tears in her beautiful brown eyes. Miss Fine, Fran, what's the matter? He asked, worry in his eyes.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield--I'm so sorry--you probably think I planned this seduction. You probably think that I'm easy--but, I have a confession to make. I haven't been with another man since you hired me. I tried to go out with guys to make you jealous, and because I was so in love with you, but you didn't care about me. And now, I've let you have me--is that pathetic, or what?" she sobbed. "I should really be going--CC should be back by now." she said, pulling away from him.
Max gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in his bed. She lay with her head on the pillow, her dark hair forming ringlets on the pillowcase. He stared into her eyes and she was stunned to see tears forming.
Fran, I'm so sorry I've been such a bloody fool the last few years. The last couple hours have been the happiest of my life--and that's because of you. You know I love you, and I am touched and ecstatic to learn that you have not been with any other blokes because you love me." He said, kissing her gently.
A wave of happiness and contentment rushed through them as they hugged each other as if they would never let go.
"You know, tomorrow we dock in St. Martin--they have marvelous deals on jewelry there" Max said.
The End