Miss Fine has a much better way of getting even with Mr. Sheffield after his phony proposal.
NC-17
I know that there is something going on between you and this nanny person and I will not allow it." Maxwell Sheffield's mother Elizabeth tells him haughtily. She has come to visit her son and has met his nanny Fran for the first time. Elizabeth was appalled that the woman who bought the last bouquet of tulips from right under her aristocratic nose at the flower shop this morning was her son's nanny. Elizabeth had taken an instant disliking to Fran.
"Mother, there is nothing going on...Wait a minute, what do you
mean you won't allow it?" Max suddenly realizes that he
doesn't have to answer to this woman anymore. She had never been a real
mother to him anyway. Elizabeth had shipped him off to private boarding
school the second he was old enough to start his education.
"You are a Sheffield dear.
This woman is not of our class," Elizabeth says literally turning
her nose up.
"Not of our class! Oh,
mother, how in this day and age can you be such a blasted snob?"
Max says in disgust. Maxwell Sheffield is handsome, rich, talented,
smart and inherently nice. With all he's got he would have every right
to be a snob. But there is no elitist at all in him. He thanks the Lord
regularly that his parents didn't really raise him. He was influenced
by his nanny, his teachers and by his own butler, Niles father, who
took all three of the Sheffield children under his wing. Niles father
knew exactly what kind of people Max's parents were and had been happy
that they had let him have so much influence over their children's lives.
"Really mother you have
no business telling me how to run my household," he says impatiently.
Fran bursts into the office
with some ridiculous revelation. Before she can say anything Max grabs
her hand. "Miss Fine, will you marry me?" He practically shouts
his proposal to her. He is so furious with his mother and has a sudden
need to get back at her.
Fran stops in her tracks. She
looks at his angry demeanor and quickly analyzes the situation. She
is well aware that Max is just proposing to get his mother riled up.
There has never been anything between Mr. Sheffield and herself.
That old bat hates me anyway. I'll just play along with Mr. Sheffield.
She hugs him close to her. "Of course I'll marry you darling!"
she says softly. Fran smiles lovingly into his eyes. She moves her body
into him and lets her hips press into him seductively.
Might as well give the old girl a good show. She is enjoying
this little play she has suddenly been thrust into. Fran is having a
marvelous time.
Max looks at her and his heart
skips a beat. He has never really had her body pressed up against his
in such a seductive way. The pleasurable feelings in his lower regions
surprise and delight him. She is lovely.
Suddenly he is pulled back into reality by his mother's voice.
"Maxwell, stop making
a spectacle of yourself. I'll disinherit you if you go through with
this wedding." Elizabeth threatens. She is so angry that he is
obviously proposing just to rile her that she is shaking slightly.
"Oh, you think that was
a spectacle? Oh no, Mother. This is!" He grabs Fran takes
her into his arms and kisses her passionately. All the pleasurable thoughts
he had earlier have fled. This kiss is an act of vengeance. "I
don't need your money Mother, or your approval and I'll do whatever
the bloody hell I like!" He releases Fran and gives his mother
a satisfied look.
Miss Fine is surprised that
her knees are trembling slightly from his passionate kiss.
Wow! Fran thinks happily. I know this is just an act, but
can he kiss! Suddenly she's feeling a little sad that this is just
a game and she wasn't going to marry him.
"Well darling," Fran
says smoothing down her skirt. "I'm off to ma's to tell her the
wonderful news!" Fran winks conspiratorially at him. Max has no
idea that she knows this is a just game to irritate his mother. As far
as he is concerned, he thinks she has actually accepted his marriage
proposal.
Elizabeth leaves the office
in a huff. Her anger pleases Maxwell very much. It's not very often
that he gets the last word in over his mother. He sits down behind his
desk with a satisfied smile on his face. Slowly that smile turns to
a grimace of horror. Oh dear god! What have I done! Miss Fine thinks
I was serious about marrying her!
Niles walks in and sees Max's head in his hands.
"Oh sir, is your mother
giving you a headache again?" Niles says shaking his head. He loathes
Elizabeth. He has his whole life. He grew up on the Sheffield estate
and remembers what a bitch she always was. Niles has always felt sorry
that such a wonderful person as Maxwell Sheffield was saddled with such
a horrible mother. He certainly doesn't deserve her. Niles thinks
sadly.
"No, not my mother! Miss
Fine! Oh Niles, I proposed to Miss Fine to make my mother angry!"
he says looking up at his butler.
"OH, how
wonderful sir! I must say, it's about time! I know you've been
smitten with Miss Fine for two years now!" Niles cries happily.
Niles remembers Max's face the night Miss Fine went on a date with the
soap opera star Brock Storm. That's the night Max first showed signs
of concern and jealously towards his nanny. She had only worked here
for two months, but Niles was aware that she had captured Mr. Sheffield's
heart almost immediately.
Max looks at Niles in shock.
"What the bloody hell are you talking about Niles! I am not 'smitten'
with Miss Fine. She's my children's nanny for god's sake!" he exclaims
a little angrily. Suddenly his _expression softens. "You know she
has a crush on me, I don't want to hurt her, the poor little thing.
Well who can blame her?" he says immodestly. Max is in denial.
He has a massive crush on Fran. In fact he is madly in love with her
but refuses to admit it even to himself. He has contained his emotions
for so long that he is truly unaware they exist.
Niles rolls his eyes and shakes
his head. He knows the truth. Maxwell Sheffield could never keep anything
from him. The fact was that in the two and a half years she has been
employed here, it is Miss Fine that never gave any indication of having
feelings for Mr. Sheffield. Well, that's not quite true. Niles remembers
a few weeks ago when his boss had a huge crush on his publicist Sydney
Mercer. That was the only time that he had noticed Miss Fine acting
a little jealous. Of course, it might not have been jealously. Fran
was a little worried that if Max married Sydney, her position as his
nanny could be jeopardized. She was greatly relieved that Sydney turned
out to be gay.
***********
Fran has gone to her best friend
Val's apartment to tell her about her hilarious encounter with Max's
mother. And how Mr. Sheffield proposed to her to infuriate Elizabeth.
"Gee, Fran. You're not
insulted? I mean he used you. What if you had a crush on him
or something? That would be a really hurtful thing to do to a person."
Val says wisely. "It's a good thing you're not in love with him
or anything." She shakes her head. "I didn't think Mr. Sheffield
would stoop so low."
Fran thinks it over. "
Val, your right! That's not like him at all. Mr. Sheffield is usually
so considerate." Suddenly an idea comes to her. "I think he
needs to be taught a little lesson. He did use me without considering
my feelings. He doesn't know that I was just playing along with him.
He thinks I think that we are engaged." A small smile comes to
her lips. "I'm going to have some fun." She says excitedly.
A plan starts to form in her mind. "Bye Val. I gotta go...and thanks!"
Fran smiles. She's grateful, and slightly stunned, that Val had given
her such insight.
Mrs. Sheffield has, thankfully
for everybody, gone back to England on the afternoon Concorde. Max hasn't
had a moment alone with Miss Fine to explain what happened earlier.
During dinner Max leans and whispers to Fran. "Um, Miss Fine. Could
I have a word in private this evening?" he says a little embarrassed.
"Of course, darling, but
why so formal? Call me Fran." She winks at him causing his heart
to beat faster out of abject fear. "I've got to do something after
dinner. Why don't I meet you in your room later tonight? We have so
much to discuss in private," she says innocently.
Max nods. He's a little nervous
by the idea of the two of them in his bedroom, but he knows that it
is for the best. The intercom is broken there and yenta Niles won't
be able to listen in. Oh god, I'm going to break the poor little
things heart! He thinks sadly.
She was so excited when I asked her to marry me! The way her eyes
lit up when I proposed. He suddenly remembers feeling her body against
his this afternoon and the feelings of pleasure that accompanied it.
Maxwell shivers slightly.
After dinner Fran retires to
her bedroom. She takes a leisurely bath to relax and complete her plan.
She's very excited that she is going to torture Mr. Sheffield just a
little. He has to learn he can't just play with my emotions.
She lies back in the tub. It's a good thing I'm not in love with
him. I'd really be hurt if I was.
Maxwell changes into his black
silk pajamas and matching robe. He decides he could use a drink and
pours himself a glass of the champagne that Niles had chilling next
to the fireplace. Niles had 'overheard' their plans to meet in Mr. Sheffield's
room. On his own Niles had subtly prepared Maxwell's bedroom more seductively.
Wine, a fire, soft music. Max is so nervous he hasn't even noticed the
seduction scene his butler had prepared earlier.
Maxwell practices what he is
going to say to Miss Fine. "No matter how you explain it, you are
going to come off as a bloody cad!" He mutters guiltily. He throws
back his wine in one gulp and reaches for a second.
Fran gets out of the tub and
dries off. She changes into pajamas that are the color of antique pearls.
She decides against a bathrobe. I don't want too many clothes separating
our bodies tonight. She thinks excitedly. She puts on her matching
slippers and heads down the hall to Mr. Sheffield's room.
Max sets his wine glass on
the coffee table and walks over to answer the soft knock on his door.
"Miss Fi...Fran, do come in," he says taking her hand thinking
how delightful she looks. His heart skips a beat at her loveliness.
Stop it Max. Don't go there! he admonishes himself. "Um,
Fran, we have to talk." He nervously leads her over to the huge
couch in front of the fireplace. How am I going to tell her I can't
marry her? He is starting to panic.
They are standing face to face.
Suddenly Fran puts her arms around his neck. She kisses him with a passion
that leaves him breathless. She can't believe that she was being to
bold. She has no idea what prompted her sudden familiarity. Fran let's
her tongue part his lips and presses her body firmly into him. Max lets
out a low moan at this unexpected assault. He feels himself becoming
very excited and kisses her back. She presses herself into his now very
hard arousal.
Max's heart is pounding madly.
"Oh, god," he whispers as he holds her tightly. They
fall onto the sofa in each other's embrace. All thoughts of why she
is here have completely left his mind. He gets on top of her and lets
his hard length press between her thighs.
"Oh Max," she whispers
instinctively thrusting her hips to meet it. For a brief second Fran
has forgotten that this isn't supposed to go too far. She wasn't prepared.
She hadn't realized that he would feel so fantastic against her. In
fact, she is loath to stop. Well maybe just a little longer.
Her heart is starting to pound rapidly.
"Fran, oh Fran.
You feel so good." Max murmurs kissing down her throat. He let's
his hands caress her body. When his hand finds her breast for the first
time he let's out a small involuntary groan and pushes himself more
fervently into her. Only their pajama bottoms are separating them.
At the feeling of his hand
on her breast, Fran comes back to her senses. She knows that Mr. Sheffield
would have sex with her tonight if she doesn't stop him. He is almost
past the point of no return. She also knows that that he will regret
it afterward, since they aren't really engaged, or even in love. "Mr.
Sheffield, we can't do this," she says gently. She starts to sit
up.
Max's eyes go wide.
"What?" he gasps. He is breathing very heavily and
his heart is pounding wildly. He takes her in his arms and tries to
control his breathing. What the bloody hell was I doing?
He suddenly realizes. How did this happen? He is trying to regain
his senses. Oh yes, she started it.
"Miss Fine do forgive me," he says slightly embarrassed.
Oh, I want to make love to her so badly! She felt so incredible just
now. He is surprised how badly he wants her.
Fran is trying to catch her
breath also. She is just now realizing how incredible he is and she's
feeling a little guilty. "Mr. Sheffield. I apologize for molesting
you. I was just torturing you to get even for using me this afternoon.
I didn't expect it to go this far." She blushes slightly. "I
knew you were just proposing to make your mother mad." She looks
down a little shyly. She hadn't expected it to feel so damn wonderful
making out with him.
Max's mouth drops open and
his heart starts racing again. He stares at her uncomprehendingly. "You
knew? All this was just to get back at me? Well I must say, it
certainly worked." He runs his hand through his hair. His breathing
was coming under control, but he kept his robe covering his lap. Not
everything was quite under control yet. "I'm sorry Miss Fine. I
shouldn't have played with your emotions that way," he rubs her
cheek softly with the back of his hand. "Are you terribly hurt?"
He asks tenderly. He is suddenly terrified that he may have really injured
her. God I just want to ravage her right now. HUH? Where did that
come from? Easy old boy or that's exactly what you will do!
He thinks. Max looks deeply into her eyes and is slowly realizing
the truth. He is absolutely crazy about her.
Fran looks at him a little
surprised. "Oh Mr. Sheffield, I'm not hurt at all! I actually thought
it was kind of funny. The look on your mother's face when you proposed
was priceless," she says giggling. "Of course if I would have
had or crush on you I would have been hurt." She smiles. "I
guess it's a good thing I don't love you, huh?"
Boy did he feel good on top of me just now. She thinks as little
jolts of pleasure tingle her as the memory returns. She is suddenly
starting to think that maybe she does
have tender feelings for him.
Max looks at her in utter disbelief.
She doesn't have feelings for me? Oh well, that's good. I didn't
cause her any grief. He is actually surprised that he isn't at all
relieved. He is realizing that he's very unhappy and disappointed that
she doesn't harbor tender feelings towards him. He had really thought
she had a crush on him and is suddenly very disillusioned that she doesn't.
He is also realizing that he has feelings for her...strong feelings.
"Um, may I offer you a
glass of wine?" Max says already pouring it into the crystal glass.
He doesn't want her to leave his room just yet. He is starting to settle
down from their encounter. Fran takes the wine and cuddles next to him
in front of the fireplace.
"This is so pleasant,
Mr. Sheffield. Can I stay here a little while longer? I love watching
the fire," she says sipping the wine.
Max looks down tenderly at
her. "Of course Miss Fine." He's surprised at how happy he
is that she wants to stay. He puts his arm around her and she snuggles
up to his chest.
"This feels good Mr. Sheffield."
She says unconsciously rubbing her cheek to his chest. "By the
way, you are a really good kisser." She smiles up at him with a
twinkle in her eyes.
"Um, thank you."
Oh god, why did she have to say that? I want to make love to her
so badly, but she just admitted that she doesn't have feelings for me.
She driving me bloody mad snuggling against me!
But she does feel so good! He instinctively tightens his arm
around her without even realizing it.
The wine is starting to make
Fran sleepy. She sets the glass down on the coffee table. She feels
quite drowsy and drifts to sleep with her head resting on Maxwell's
chest. "Miss Fine?" He whispers.
Oh no, she's asleep. He looks down affectionately at her. Suddenly
Max sits up and lifts her to his bed.
I can't very well have her sleep on the couch. She'll be so much
more comfortable in my bed. He convinces himself that is the real
reason he is putting her in his bed and not her own. As he lays her
down he notices tears flowing from her eyes.
Why is she weeping? he thinks panicking. "Miss Fine, please
wake up. You're having a bad dream."
Max lies down next to her.
Fran opens her eyes and sees him looking at her worriedly. "Oh
Mr. Sheffield!" She throws her arms around him and hugs him tightly.
"Why were you crying?"
he asks hugging her back. He can feel her salty tears on his cheek and
feels very protective towards her.
"I honestly don't know!"
She ponders looking at him. "But it had to do with you." She
studies his face. Suddenly it comes to her. "Mr. Sheffield, I think
I was wrong before. I think I do have feelings for you."
She looks demurely down. He long lashes veiling her brown eyes.
Max's heart bursts with joy.
He is stunned at how pleased he is. He hadn't realized the depths of
his feelings for her until this very moment. "Oh, Fran." He
whispers tilting her head up. He covers her mouth with his. He is very
pleased that she is kissing him back with the same fervor that her is
feeling. Max let's his tongue wander her mouth. He gets gently on top
of her. All those wonderful feelings from an hour ago have returned
with a vengeance.
"Fran, I want to make
love to you so badly," he confesses, his heart racing. "I
truly think I will die if I cannot have you," he whispers really
meaning it. He looks imploringly into her eyes. He doesn't realize that
he is unconsciously gently pressing his very hard erection between her
thighs. Fran on the other hand, can think of nothing else. She kisses
him harder. Maxwell takes that as a
yes.
Max gratefully rips off his
pajama tops and kicks off the bottoms. He frantically unbuttons hers
and his lips and hand find her nipples. He lets out a low moan as he
feels them harden at his touch. She's so lovely! His breathing
is starting to come in spurts and his heart is racing. Max comes back
to her face and kisses her as his hand tentatively finds its way south.
He reaches between her legs and gently caresses the outside crotch of
her pajamas.
Oh god!
Fran let's out little noises of pleasure. She instinctively arches her
hips up to meet his hand. Her actions makes his inhibitions flee and
he slowly, seductively lets his hand slide into her bottoms. "Oh
Fran, darling, you're so wet," he murmurs. His heart starts pounding
madly at how he is obviously pleasing her. His finger softly, purposefully
slides into her.
"Oh, Max," she moans
hugging him tightly to her. His fingers feel her inner muscles spasming
around wildly around them. She thrust herself up into them as the waves
up pleasure rush through her. She calls out his name and holds onto
him for dear life.
Between the sound and feel
of her orgasm, Max was ready to come right now. "Fran, I have to
have you now," he whispers desperately. He gets on top of her.
She is slippery wet and he slides easily into her. Fran is just discovering
for the first time what a multiple orgasm is. Max whispers a profanity
as he enters her. He can't believe how good she feels. Fran's body responds
instantly. Her inner muscles again flex tightly squeezing his long hard
length, milking his essence out of him. He has been without her for
so long, he has no chance.
"Fran, I can't hold on
any longer" Max cries. He lets out a long low moan as he releases
inside of her. Fran arches herself into him at the same time, wrapping
her legs tightly around his back. The waves of pleasure again wash through
her body.
Max and Fran lay wrapped in
each other for a full five minutes in silence...except for the sound
of their heavy breathing. It's been quite a while since Max has had
sex. Especially the incredible sex he has just experienced. "Mr.
Sheffield...I love you," she murmurs. Max hugs her to him. He is
exhausted and falls to sleep with his arms around her.
Fran is at a total loss.
Oh no! What did we just do? Did I just tell him I loved him? Where
did that come from? I had sex with Mr. Sheffield! God is he an incredible
lover! I would never have believed it. Beneath that British reserve
beats the heart of a tiger. She thinks. Suddenly a horrifying thought
comes to her mind. We're going to be so embarrassed in the morning!
What if he is so uncomfortable that he doesn't want me to work for him?
Then she realizes the worst part. Oh, no! I think I am falling in
love with him. Now what do I do? Oh, how do I get myself into these
things? Fran gently lifts Max's arm off of her and glides out of
bed. She gathers her pajamas and puts them on quietly. She finds her
slippers and pads out the door to her room and a warm bath.
"Oy! Was that wonderful!"
she whispers to herself. "I just can't believe how fantastic he
is in bed! I've never had a multiple orgasm in my life. Heck, I'm not
even sure I've ever had one before tonight. Well now I've definitely
got a crush on him. I just hope he doesn't fire me." She makes
some life-altering decisions. Fran gets out of bed and dries off. She
gets into bed and surprisingly falls right to sleep.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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Maxwell wakes up with a start.
"Miss Fine!" he cries.
"No, Niles." His
butler says dryly. He is carrying Mr. Sheffield's tray of coffee. Niles
looks around the room and notices the two glasses of wine on the coffee
table. One just happens to have Cadillac Red lipstick on the rim. He
also notices how the entire bed is in total disarray. Mr. Sheffield
is a very heavy sleeper and barely even messes up his own side of the
bed. To top it off, Maxwell appears to be naked under those covers.
Max always wears his pajamas to bed.
What happened in here last night?
Niles thinks. He is dying to know. He looks expectantly at Max under
arched eyebrows.
"Niles. What are you doing
here? Where's Miss Fine?" He is still disoriented and stops as
he realizes what he is saying. "Um, I mean...uh. Oh, good
coffee," he says taking the cup slightly embarrassed.
Niles sets the tray down on
the nightstand. He bends down and picks them up. "Your pajamas
sir." He smirks handing them to Max. Niles is enjoying this immensely.
Max's face turns bright red as he grabs the offending garments from
him. Oh god, he knows. Max thinks dejectedly.
Why did Fran leave my bed? What's she thinking now?
Max is suddenly very worried about what happened last night and what
happens next. He is starting to think the whole thing was a mistake.
He doesn't want to hurt her though.
Did she say it? He thinks starting to panic.
Oh no! She told me she loved me right before I fell asleep, he
thinks. The poor little thing, I don't want to hurt her. Now what
do I do?
I knew I should have had
his damn intercom repaired weeks ago! How could I have missed this?
Niles thinks sadly. Niles leaves Max alone to shower.
I'll get the dirt from Miss Fine soon enough,
he thinks brightening.
"Good morning everyone!"
Fran says cheerfully as she enters the dining room. "Hi Fran."
The kids say. They have noticed how uncomfortable their father has been
all morning. Niles notices that he now seems even more uneasy now that
Miss Fine has arrived. This worries him. Niles is hoping that Mr. Sheffield
isn't regretting what Niles is positive happened last night. He knows
how repressed his boss is and hopes Max doesn't do something stupid.
Fran sits down at her place
next to Mr. Sheffield. "Good morning Mr. Sheffield," she says
brightly. Fran smiles at him guilelessly.
Max looks embarrassed and is
absolutely stunned that she is so composed. "Um, good morning
Miss Fine. Did you sleep well?" he says a little shyly. He is mortified
that he can feel his cheeks turn pink as he is looking in her eyes.
He is also terrified that he is really going to hurt her this time.
"Wonderfully!" She
says looking happily around the table. She takes a huge bite out of
her waffle. "Oh Niles! This is absolutely delicious. I'm just famished!"
she exclaims digging into her breakfast with relish.
Max looks at her in shock.
Niles is delighted that she is reacting the exact opposite of their
boss. She seems completely at ease. Niles is well aware that Miss Fine
didn't harbor tender feelings for Max, well none that he was aware of
anyway, before last evening. Why isn't she uncomfortable facing him
for the first time, Mr. Sheffield certainly is. Maybe nothing happened
between them last night. Could I be so wrong? Niles thinks getting
disappointed. He looks at Max and witnesses the surprised _expression
on his face. He is relieved and now knows that he has been right all
along.
The kids leave for school.
Niles leaves Mr. Sheffield and Miss Fine alone. The intercoms in the
kitchen and dining room are working fine. He won't miss a thing this
time. Max knows that he is listening so he leads Fran to his bedroom.
"Um, Miss Fine...about
last night," Max begins nervously. He clears his throat and blushes
a little again.
"Oh, Mr. Sheffield,"
she says patting his hand. "Don't worry about it. We just got carried
away. I don't expect anything from you." She smiles sweetly. Fran
had decided last night in the tub that it was unfair to him. She had
in a way seduced him. Being a man, he really had no chance when she
went to his room last night. She was also in denial about her strong
feelings for him. She has decided that it is just a harmless crush.
Fran values her job here too much to run the risk of a failed relationship
with her boss Maxwell Sheffield.
Max's mouth drops open and
he stares at her in stunned silence.
Fran continues. "You know
we were drinking and there was a romantic fire. We didn't stand a chance.
But Mr. Sheffield, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take it back,"
she says looking tenderly in his eyes. "I said it in the troughs
of passion. You understand, don't you?" she says apologetically.
Max stares at her in utter
disbelief as her words register in his stunned mind. "You're taking
back saying you love me?" he exclaims. He is shocked at
how hurt he suddenly is. He thought he would be relieved that he doesn't
have to cause her pain. Max just can't understand the wave of depression
that is surging through him. All of a sudden, as the shock wears off
he realizes that he is outraged. He holds her upper arms and looks into
her eyes. "You can't take back saying you love a person!"
he says angrily to a very surprised Fran. "It doesn't work that
way. Who would do something like that? You said you loved me last night,
you can't take it back." He hugs him to her.
Fran can't believe this is
happening. His actions make her realize that she was kidding herself.
She had convinced herself that it was a crush as a defense mechanism.
She subconsciously wanted to protect herself in case he was sorry it
happened. She doesn't realize that if she would not have reacted precisely
as she did, he would have been the one backing out.
Oh,
god, he thinks. Suddenly he remembers that she had declared her
love to him but he hadn't responded.
You idiot, you just fell asleep after it. What the hell did you expect
her to do this morning? He holds her at arms length. "Miss
Fi...Fran. I was so stupid last night. I fell asleep before I told you
how I feel." Max swallows and silently composes himself. He knows
now that this is the turning point for the rest of their lives. He looks
deeply into her eyes. He surprisingly has no trepidations.
"Fran, I love you."
He looks at her and is thrilled as she smiles. There is no doubt of
that look of love in her eyes. He smiles back at her as the fine lines
around his eyes crinkle. He relaxes.
"Oh, all right then. I
guess I love you too," she says with a twinkle in her eyes. She
hugs him. "I don't believe this. We have your mother to thank for
this. So, what do we do now?"
The irony doesn't escape Max
either. He looks at her under heavily lidded eyes. Last night's delicious
arousal has suddenly visited again. The look he gives her makes her
heart skip a beat. She looks over to his bed.
"Exactly," he says
lifting her into his arms.
The End