Back to Fan FictionRATING: N/CC - R; M/F – PG13
The Nanny is a copyright of Sony Pictures,
High School Sweethearts, Sternin & Fraser's Ink, Inc.
No infringement on the rights of anyone involved in its
production is intended.
TIMELINE: My own – Instead of Fran arriving on the Sheffield doorstep, they meet another way.
by
IvanaBgood
(Suedunnym@aol.com)
The tall, handsome man squinted into the sunshine. His dark brown
eyes focused on the moving speck in the horizon. A small smile
escaped his calm demeanor as he watched it draw closer with a
concentration so intense that a small lizard with a tail twice as
long as its body, scurried near black polished dress shoes without
notice. His crisp white business suit was tailored perfectly to his
long frame, a stark contrast within the lush surroundings. He was
an enigma who oversaw the idyllic escape from the day to day life of alarm
clocks, schedules and traffics that encircled the isle.
Eyes from above thrilled at the sight of softly swaying palm trees
and deep green foliage. They could almost hear the soft lapping of
the ocean's waves onto the creamy white sands of the pristine beach.
It looked just like they pictured it would - like a gateway into paradise.
A diminutive man with darker hair and a matching suit of white stood
nearby and with a strongly accented voice pointed up to the heavens
and exclaimed, "De plane, de plane!"
~~~~
The two men watched as the passengers disembarked one by one.
A statuesque blond, fair of complexion, stepped out first and quickly put on a pair of white designer sunglasses and a large hat. Her long sleek legs peeked out beneath her light skirt as she walked down the flight of steps to the ground.
"Miss C.C. Babcock," the tall man stated. "A rich socialite, *very* old money, who is quite the maverick in her family. Instead of spending her life jet setting from one part of the globe to another, perfecting her tan and donating money at philanthropic events - she chose to have a career in the theatre business. Her one wish is to marry Maxwell Sheffield."
"The famous Broadway producer, boss?"
"The man nodded and smiled down, "Yes Tattoo. And there he
is."
A man with thick black hair and a profile that resembled the many
statues that use to dot Roman coliseums, squinted into the sunshine.
With aristocratic bearing, he exchanged smiles with his business
partner as he tugged the strap of his chestnut brown carry-on over
his shoulder.
"What is his fantasy?" Tattoo inquired.
"Maxwell Sheffield has always regretted a business decision he
made years ago. He's here to go back to that moment and change his
past and subsequently his future."
Another man soon followed the couple from within the confines of the
airplane. His blue eyes swept his surroundings quickly, taking
everything in a glance. With an easy grace and an air of friendly
regard, he made his way to his host. His fingers combed through dark blond hair and one could tell it was done more from habit than from nervousness or a need to appear neatly groomed.
"And this gentleman approaching us is Niles."
"Niles? Just Niles?" The diminutive man with the strong
accent asked with much inquisitiveness.
The other man's teeth flashed with amusement. "Yes. A very unique person with an extraordinary amount of talent and of generous heart. Unfortunately his destiny was decided for him as soon as he was
conceived. Although he's resigned to work for Maxwell Sheffield in the capacity of his butler, he has a dream that he wants desperately to come true."
"They all know each other, boss?"
"Yes. This is a special case. I know that we don't usually have
visitors whose lives are interwoven with one another, but as you'll
soon see our interference in these matters is a must."
Tattoo's eyes widened with surprise as he watched another figure step
out from the plane. "She's beautiful," he whispered in admiration.
"That she is. Miss Francine Joy Fine. Known to her friends as Fran and with her easy going nature and child-like innocence, she has many of them."
He watched, as she stood just outside the plane's open door, her face giddy with excitement. Her eyes closed for a moment as she enjoyed the enticing smell of the salty sea air and then she skipped down the steps, her thighs looking slightly sun-kissed from beneath her short sundress of purple and gold.
"Four guests?" Tattoo asked in surprise.
"Yes. This visit is special and Miss Fran Fine is part of what is
going to make it that way." He waited as the lovely brunette finally
caught up and stood slightly apart from the other three who watched
him expectantly. He stepped forward, his smile widened with friendly
persuasion as his head tilted politely, "Hello, I am Mr. Roarke, your
host – welcome to Fantasy Island."
~~~~
"Wow, can you believe this?!" Fran elbowed the perfectly coifed lady
who stood next to her around the buffet table. "All you can eat *and* free! I should have brought a larger purse!"
CC Babcock threw her a look of distaste as she watched the nasally voiced woman wrap napkins around a lobster, slices of roast beef and a twice-baked potato and stuffed them into her handbag. She turned to the man who approached her from behind. "I thought that this place was discriminate about their clientele?"
Maxwell Sheffield picked up a plate from the end of the table and began to spoon a three-bean salad onto it. "Is something wrong CC?"
"Yes. Her."
His eyes rose up and onto the brunette that CC indicated with the toss of her head. Like any warm blooded male, his green eyes zeroed in on the woman's well developed limbs and then traveled up lazily, noticing the sway of her hips as she took small steps around the table. He took in the curve of her neck, the rose redness of her lips and the milk chocolateness of her very expressive eyes.
"The only thing wrong with her is the fact that she's over there and
I'm over here," Niles remarked cheekily.
Maxwell and CC quickly turned at the well-cultured voice. One grinned
while the other scowled.
"Oh god, I thought we made a deal to stay on opposite ends of the island during our stay here," CC remarked crossly.
"Now, now, don't be like that or you'll upset your stomach," Niles glanced down at his wristwatch. "Mr. Roarke mentioned that the feeding schedule for the elephant seals would be at noon. You don’t have too long to wait."
CC snarled and took a deep breath before delivering a retort, but Maxwell interrupted. "That's enough the both of you. I don't know the reasons you gave to be here, but this is our chance to change our destinies and I don't wish to spend it with a blinding headache." His eyes went back to the brunette and he noticed something fall from her purse as she made her way to the barstool. He strode over.
"Now see what you did?" CC grumbled at Niles as she watched Maxwell walk away.
Niles chuckled at her ire and proceeded to fill his plate.
"Excuse me," Maxwell tapped Fran on her shoulder, "but you dropped
your… prawn?" He finished in surprise as the napkin opened up.
Fran's eyeballs seemed to bounce in her head as she took in the sight
of the very tasty looking, well dressed man. She had noticed him in
the plane of course, but had hidden behind a Glamour magazine, content to just gaze for once.
"Thank you," she grinned taking the shrimp from his hand. "This will
go well with my glass of warm milk that I'll be having later tonight.
My ma always said a handful of seafood before bedtime will chase the
nightmares away. Of course she said that about steaks, meatballs, and
roast beef."
"Yes, quite." he agreed although he didn't understand what she was
talking about. But he found that the synapses in his brain were
malfunctioning at the sight of her lovely smile.
"You're not from America are you? Your accent screams Masterpiece
Theatre."
"No, I'm from… may I?" he asked, indicating the stool next to her. At
her nod, he sat down. "I was born in England, but I've been residing
in New York for quite some time now. And you? I daresay you have a unique accent yourself."
Fran laughed, causing Maxwell's eyebrows to rise. "I'm a New York
gal, born and bred. But for some reason, people often find my voice
fascinating." She looked over her shoulder as she felt someone pass
behind.
"Hello everyone, I trust you found your accommodations comfortable?"
The four nodded at Mr. Roarke's inquiry, each of them tried to
hide their nervousness. This man held their futures, their dreams,
and their regrets in his well-manicured hands.
~~~~
(Fran's Point of View)
Mr. Roarke led me to an adjacent room and softly closed the door to
insure our privacy.
His eyebrows rose in amusement as he watched me pluck a stem of grapes from the confines of my purse.
"Miss Fine, I assure you that for the rest of your stay on this island, food will be prepared at any time for you."
My teeth bit into the ripe purple fruit. "You mean this?" I laughed. "This is a requirement that follows the Fine Family Constitution. Learning what we need to know to be bat mitzvah'd is a snap compared to the dreaded food test. First ya have to be able to fit a Sizzler buffet into a two-pocket Loehmann purse," I waggled my finger for emphasis,
"*without* detection mind you. Then ya have to promise to uphold the Fine/Rosenberg creed of `Eat-`"
Mr. Roarke nodded his head, "Eat…?"
"That's it, just eat. My ancestors were too busy stuffing their
faces to spend time thinking up a longer family saying."
I grinned at him, he had a nice smile. A smile that pulled at me, seeking only to comfort and please, which was welcomed in the strange surroundings. It gave me time for my heart to stop beating so rapidly in nervousness.
"I see that you have made Maxwell Sheffield's acquaintance," he stated as he pulled out a chair for me to sit on before sitting himself down nearby.
What manners these men have here on this island. If Danny kicks his
underwear under the bed, I think he's being charming.
"You mean Mr. Monty Python out there?" I ask.
His teeth sparkled at me. "Yes. I saw you two conversing as I came in."
"We didn't have time to introduce ourselves, but he seems nice." I
replied as my mind raced back in time. Yeah, he was `nice'. Forget
about the fact that you noticed how good his shoulders looked under
his Ralph Lauren polo shirt or how the deeply rich jewel tone of it
almost matched his eyes to perfection. Or how well his light beige
pants conformed to his body. She definitely noticed that tuchus as
it disembarked!
"Miss Fine?"
"Huh?" Oops, he was talking to me. There you go daydreaming about some gorgeous stranger when this very generous man is trying to talk to you…you're doing it again! Pay attention!
"I'm sorry, Mr. Roarke. My mind keeps jumping track."
"That's quite alright, Miss Fine. I was asking if you would like me
to explain to you why you are here?"
"Oh yeah, please. Not that I mind. If I wasn't here, I would be knee
deep in neon pink taffeta right now. My fiancé Danny owns a bridal
shoppe. It's not a big store, but we get good business. Lots of girls
in Flushing snaring men right and left. I got Danny. We were high
school sweethearts. One time we got caught making out right under
the Principal's desk, living out a fantasy, you know how that
is…"
Mr. Roarke waited patiently for me to finish babbling.
"I'm sorry. I'm nervous and when I'm nervous I tend to babble. And when I babble I just start saying things that other people don't really want to hear…and… I'll stop now. Go ahead."
He smiled at me again. This man has the patience of a Saint!
"It has come to our attention that you aren't as happy in your life
as you would like to be. That your situation right now is not taking
you where you would like."
"Situation?" My eyes widened. "I'm not pregnant, if that's what you
mean."
"No, you misunderstand. I was referring to your fiancé and your
occupation as a bridal consultant."
"Oh… yeah, life could be peachier, but what's a gal to do, y'know?
I mean, one of these days, Danny and I will get married and I'll have
a couple of babies, get a sheepdog named Shep. He was my favorite
Stooge."
"Did you hear what you just said?" Mr. Roarke folded his hands on the
table. "You mentioned that `you' would have a couple of babies. Don't you mean `we' as in Danny and you? That is what married life is about, don't you agree?"
"Well, Danny isn't much for takin' care of kids. He'll probably want
to teach Junior the finer points of a sub sandwich when he's old enough to understand, but changing diapers, reading bedtime stories, and basically talking to kids isn't his style."
Mr. Roarke didn't say anything for awhile, he just looked at me. And
as he looked at me, I rewound what I had said in my head. The way I
described Danny didn't sound like a knight in shining armor. But then
who does?
He stood up as I was thinking and I watched him walk to the big picture window. The beautiful blue shoreline made a magnificent backdrop for his whiter than white suit. This guy must have some huge dry cleaning bill!
"Miss Fine, you will be here with us for two days. Please take advantage of what this island has to offer you. See the sights, meet the people. Enjoy yourself and leave your troubles behind."
"Thank you, Mr. Roarke, but…"
He inclined his head for me to continue.
"Why?" I threw my hand up and gestured it towards the window and the
room. "I don't understand what is happening and my ma wouldn't want
me to accept all this for free."
A picture of my ma with one hand on her hip, and a half-eaten doughnut in her mouth popped into my mind, "Are you crazy! This man is offering you free room and board on a tropical paradise – take it!" I rolled my eyes at the image.
Mr. Roarke looked at me as if he could read my mind. Kind of spooky
if you ask me.
"This is my island, Miss Fine. It was a gift to me and I in turn want
to help others fulfill their dreams."
"That's very Fairy-Godfatherish of you Mr. Roarke and thank you for
your generosity, but why me? I'm just an ordinary girl from Flushing,
New York. I have no talent… ooh! Unless you want me to model my feet
as an advertisement for this place?!"
He grinned at me again, a quiet laugh escaped. "You underestimate yourself Miss Fine. There is more to you than meets the eye." He walked towards the door and opened it. "I have kept you long enough from your meal. Please help yourself to whatever is there on the table. If you require something else for your palate, don't hesitate to let Tattoo know. He will inform our staff of your wishes."
I'm sure my eyeballs probably looked like they were about to pop out
of my face. And if they did, I’m sure they would have given me new ones! Wow! Not only free food, but whatever I wanted to eat. A girl could gain thirty pounds here in a day if she wasn't careful!
"Oh God, I didn't die did I? This is like that bad place disguised as
a good place, isn't it? The minute I have a delicious chocolate chip
cookie, you won't give me anything to drink right? I've seen those milk ads on TV, y'know."
This time Mr. Roarke laughed. A rich baritone laugh that came from
within and crinkled his face. And I knew from then on that I could
trust him. I smiled my good-bye at him and returned back to where the
buffet was. Should I eat here or maybe take a plate outdoors and enjoy the lush surroundings?
(Maxwell's Point of View)
I watched as Mr. Roarke led the intriguing woman into a room next door.
"I can't believe I didn't get her name," I mumbled.
"Sir?"
"Oh, Niles – how are you doing old man? Enjoying yourself?" I asked
as I watched him settle himself into the seat that was just recently
vacated.
"I'm sure you were having a much better time than I was sir."
"Hmm?" I watched him quirk a corner of his mouth at me. I knew that
look well and a chuckle escaped. "The brunette? She was…"
"Beautiful."
I poked at my asparagus tips with the tines of my fork. "I was about
to say pleasantly puzzling. Since Sara passed away, most women I've
met have been predictable. We talk about this actor or that playwright. Politics. Acquaintances. But in the few seconds in her company I found myself enchanted."
I watched Niles give me a searching look. His brows knitted together for a moment and then he smiled and nodded. "Perhaps you should wait for her and continue your conversation?"
As I was about to answer him, I felt a slight breeze as someone stepped up next to me. I looked up.
"CC – have a seat."
"It's a beautiful day outside Maxwell. Why don't we go out and enjoy it?"
I smiled back at her. "What a good idea." I picked up my plate and
nodded down. "Coming Niles?"
"No, I believe I'll stay here sir."
"All right… and Niles?"
"Is there a problem sir?"
"Yes and that's it."
"I don't understand." He reached for his frosted glass of sangria.
"We're on vacation Niles. You're here to live out a dream. Why don't
we refer to one another by name? No more sir-ing me." I patted his
shoulder.
"As you wish… Maxwell."
I watched his face twist. "What's wrong?"
He grinned back. "It felt funny saying it."
"That's because you're use to calling me Smackswell." I chuckled as I
watched his jaw drop in surprise.
"You knew about that?!"
"Of course. You and that maid's son, Russell, would go off chuckling
with one another."
Niles' face fell. "I'm sorry. I didn’t know you were aware of that."
"It's alright Niles, really. And besides I wasn't the only one to suffer from the hands of Nanny Mueller," I rubbed my backside in
remembrance.
"Ah, yes, Nanny Mueller."
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Niles inquired too innocently.
"That gleam in your eye when I mentioned Nanny Mueller."
Niles raised his hands up, "I'm sure you're mistaken."
I felt CC huff with annoyance.
"Come on Maxwell, our food is getting cold."
I let CC lead me away. The brightness of the sun was a surprise and I
paused to put my sunglasses on.
"Look over there?" I pointed out delightedly into the distance.
CC adjusted her sunglasses and turned to follow my finger. "What
am I looking at?"
"The dolphins, look at the dolphins!" I turned to her with a grin on
my face, but I could tell she wasn't paying attention. How could she
not enjoy the sight of two dolphins frolicking in the ocean?
"Let's go sit over there," she replied as if I hadn't spoken and I
followed her to a forest green pedestal table.
"It's quite beautiful out here CC. This was a very good idea you
had." I pulled out her chair and then sat down as well.
"Thank you Maxwell."
I breathed in the fresh ocean air, enjoying the casualness of the day. People dressed informally, exchanging smiles and nods with one another and not one high rise building to be seen. "I could really get use to this."
CC tossed the umbrella out of her drink before giving Maxwell a long
look. "You're on vacation. A week here, two tops, and you would go stir crazy without your fax machine. Do you think people here have actually heard of Kaye Ballard?"
"I'm not all about Broadway. I do have other interests."
"Oh, really? Name three."
"I like to…"
"Yes?"
"Whenever I get the chance I…uh…"
"Hmm?"
"Treadmill!" I snap my fingers. "I use the treadmill everyday."
"That's not a hobby. You eat too many of Niles' buttery croissants."
"You indulge in them as well," I defended myself.
"Only because they go so well with his coffee."
I gave her a skeptical look.
"Alright, so your domestic knows his way around a kitchen. If you repeat that I'll deny it," CC admitted and then looked over her
shoulder at the building we had vacated.
"He left a few moments ago."
I knew immediately what she was thinking. There was something going on between Niles and CC. One of these days I'll figure it out.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she sniffed, then, "…where
was he headed, his bungalow?"
"No," I shook my head. "Towards the beach. He was chatting with one of the island girls."
"Oh."
"Is something wrong CC?" I asked as I watch her sit there, small
lines circled her mouth as she grimaced.
"I think I've had too much sun, Maxwell. If you don't mind, I think
I'll go lie down."
"Of course," I replied standing up and wiping the corner of my mouth with my napkin. Just as CC stepped away, behind her, a familiar dark-
haired figure emerged from the building.
(CC's Point of View)
Niles again. It seems where ever I turn I see that obnoxious troll.
And Maxwell lets him get away with everything.
CC watched the dark blond as he took his time looking over the diverse array of food set on the large table. He plucked the ripened cherry tomatoes and placed it on top of his salad, and then he looked up.
Quickly I turned away and stared out at the waves. Even from this
distance I could make out the foam spraying into the air and I can almost feel the coolness of the water caress my skin. The color of the
ocean with its mysterious swirls of blues. I looked back at Niles
and found myself losing myself in them. His eyes seemed to look right
into me as if he was trying to delve into my thoughts, wanting to know me. I shook my head and wrenched my eyes from the pull.
My breath caught in my throat as I tried to gather my wits about me,
readying myself for anything he should throw at me. But for some reason he said nothing and continued on his way. I turned around looking for Maxwell and watched for a few moments as he sat next to that deplorable woman. Resolutely I squared my shoulders and nodded at one of the help to cut a slice of rare roast beef for me. I walked around and did my best to ignore Niles as I decided what else I wanted to eat.
With a full plate balanced in my hand, I go to stake my claim. She wasn’t there anymore, but that butler was monopolizing Maxwell. I tried to ignore Niles while I drew Maxwell’s attention to me. My voice was all sweetness and light.
"It's a beautiful day outside Maxwell. Why don't we go out and enjoy
it?"
I listened in disgust as he invited Niles to come along. Niles gazed up and caught the look on my face. I grinned as he turned Maxwell down. Good, he can take a hint after all. I want to be alone with Maxwell. After all, he was my fantasy and for it to come true, I needed as much time as I can to convince him what a good idea it is. I rolled my eyes as Maxwell continued to talk to his butler. Wait, what was that?! There was a definite twinkle that sparkled in Niles' eyes when Maxwell mentioned Nanny Mueller to him.
"Come on Maxwell, our food is getting cold." I urged.
Finally Maxwell stood up and followed me outside. I looked back and Niles still had that same, devilish look on his face. What did it all mean? I turned back to the exit and squinted into the sunshine. Turning away, my fingers plucked my sunglasses that were perched on top of my head and placed them onto my nose. My thoughts still on Niles, I tried to concentrate on what Maxwell was saying.
"What am I looking at?" I asked him. As he continued to explain,
something about something in the distance, I waited disinterestedly
for him to finish talking. When he finally did, I pointed out the
perfect place to sit outside. Anything would be perfect as long as it
was away from that butler.
My body began to relax and enjoy the feeling of being with the man of
my dreams. I chuckled a bit to myself as I listened to him go on and
on about how this is the life for him.
While I pulled the cherry from the wooden little umbrella and enjoyed
the sweetness of the juice as it invaded my mouth, I leaned forward
to try to talk some sense into him. Sometimes Maxwell can be so dense. This island was nice of course, but nothing can replace the excitement of closing deals, arguing with recalcitrant directors and choreographers. And most of all, watching all that hard work up on
stage finally paying off.
I conceded a point to him after a short discussion and looked over as
my thoughts began to stray yet again.
"He left a few moments ago."
My eyes widened. How did he know?! I did my best to convince him as
well as myself that it was nothing. But when he mentioned Niles being
with another woman, my mind waved a white flag of defeat to my subconscious and so I made my excuses.
I turned to walk towards my bungalow, thinking about my silver flask
that I had tucked away in my suitcase. But as I passed by couple after couple, arms entwined with one another, I couldn't face the four walls. Instead I found myself walking further away from the noises of the other inhabitants, my sandals flicking sand in the air as I continued on. Soon I found myself balancing on rocks, trying to avoid the water. My concentration shifted from thoughts of Niles to trying to stay on top, the challenge of the slippery moss was an invitation I couldn't turn down. Soon I lifted myself onto a boulder, pulled my knees to my chest and looked down at the small tide pool captured below. The small little world of sea anemones and darting fish encapsulated my life. I watched the small sideways crawl of an orange crab as it walked away from the safety of a rock. That little guy knew what it was all about. He could have stayed where he was and waited for it to come to him, but he left the protection of the shadows and decided to take a chance and get what he wanted.
I sighed, as the warmth of the sun felt good upon my face. I gathered
my skirt around myself and leaned back, resting on the large boulder
and enjoying the peace and solitude.
With Mr. Roarke's help soon I'll have my hearts desire. Success with
my career as well as my private life. I pictured myself descending
from a limousine to attend our hit Broadway opening as Maxwell captures my hand and wraps it around his arm.
The envious looks of my sorority sisters, my mother and my sister as
they watch us climb higher and higher up the echelon of society. Mixing with the rich and famous and becoming even richer and more famous than them.
My thoughts then turned to the one bump on the road to my happiness. Or rather three bumps. Maxwell's children. It might be a bit difficult to convince him that his children will have a much better time away in boarding school rather than be stuck in the mansion while he's busy working.
I grinned to myself as I folded my arms beneath my head. When those kids are out of the picture, life will be a dream. I sighed in contentment.
"So that's what it sounds like when a whale opens its blowhole."
I turned my head to the left. Niles! Quickly I sat up.
"What do you want?! Didn't I get it through to you the first time? Do
I have to draw a white line across this island to keep you away from
me?"
"I would have kept walking, but you won't be any good to Maxwell when
you can't go back to work because you're sick in bed with a sunburn."
He replied dryly staring pointedly at my flushed skin.
I looked at my arms and pushed at my skin. He was right. It was foolish of me to have walked out here with only sunglasses for protection.
"Here."
Something hit my stomach and slid into my lap. I looked down at the
small container of sunblock and then back up at him questionably. He
threw me a guileless look.
"Put it on," he directed.
I untwisted the cap, sniffed the bottle and then peered suspiciously inside. "You know I've watched `The Parent Trap.' I remember how those conniving twins put sugar water inside the bug repellant. What's in here, itching powder?"
I watched the corner of his lip rise as he tried to stop a chortle
from escaping from his mouth.
"You'll have to trust me."
"And why should I do that?" I asked as I watched the muscles in his
forearms shift when he pulled himself up to sit next to me on the
boulder.
"Because I'm not the one that's getting as red as a lobster."
I groaned inwardly. Not sure if I were more afraid of suffering from a
sunburn or sitting next to this man who had become a constant burr on
my side since I met him.
(Niles' Point of View)
And then there was me. Alone. Again. Mr. Roarke was ensconced in the
room next door with the lovely brunette and CC and Maxwell decided to
eat their meal outside a few yards away from the open doorway. I realized I was staring as CC tucked her knees under the table and I immediately looked back at my plate. Suddenly, the food that I had so carefully picked and placed on my plate was not so enticing anymore. I stepped out into the brilliant sunshine, my left hand raised, shading my eyes.
"You must be careful here."
I turned at the dulcet tone and my eyes immediately came to rest on a
friendly face smiling up at me.
"Hello," I greeted warmly at her as a light breeze ruffled my hair. I
took in her long flowing black hair, petite figure, and the tropical
grass skirt that wrapped alluringly around her waist. My eyes darted
guiltily from her tropical bodice top back to her face when I realized she was once again talking to me.
"The sun here is very strong. Forgive me if I'm being forward since
we are strangers, but you shouldn't be out here without sunglasses or
sunblock," she remarked.
"That can be easily fixed."
She returned my smile. "They have them for sale over there," she
pointed towards a covered trolley parked close by.
"I was referring to our status as strangers. I'm Niles," I took her
small hand warmly in mine.
"I am called Lani."
"Lani. That's a very pretty name."
"Thank you. I've never met a Niles before, but it suits you."
I chuckled as we walked in step towards the trolley. I immediately
felt comfortable with this intriguing `island girl'. Generally, the
getting to know period would take much longer and I found myself
comparing Lani to a certain blond who seemed to be a splinter that
dug deeper into my skin as the months went by.
My eyes immediately searched her out once again and I watched as CC
chewed thoughtfully, her attention on what Maxwell was saying to her.
A soft touch on my arm took my mind from where it was going and once
again I was back, walking along a cemented walkway with Lani.
Carefully we looked at the selection of sunglasses for sale. I pulled
out a silver-framed pair and put it on. Immediately she scrunched her
face at me and I chuckled and put it back. We laughed as pair after
pair was tried on and then discarded.
"This one," she said as she plucked a pair of black frames from the
display stand and carefully placed it on my nose and around my ears.
I peered at the sliver of mirror that was available. It only had
enough space to see half of my face at one time.
"Are you sure?" I turned and looked at her. The shades were dark
enough that the sunlight no longer made me want to squint.
"Yes," she bobbed her head affirmatively. "Very sexy."
My face reddened at the compliment, but I enjoyed her look of
appreciation.
We both turned as someone called out her name and with an apologetic
look she explained that she had to go back to work.
"I'll be performing tonight at the luau, will you be there?" she asked almost shyly.
"Most assuredly and thank you for your help," I waved a last goodbye
at her as she gave me one more glance before waving and joining other
women who were dressed in similar costumes.
And once more I was alone, but my spirit was more cheerful as I handed money to the vendor. I took both my items and continued to explore the island, rubbing the lotion into my skin as I went.
The landscape was quite picturesque as I noted the myriad of colors
that dotted the area. Beautiful tropical flowers with their soft
scents added to the ocean breeze. Again my thoughts turned inward,
wondering if this visit was such a wise idea after all.
I'm a butler. My father was a butler and his father's father. My
family tree is dotted with a lifetime of feather dusters, I grimly
noted.
A screech of defiance echoed overhead and I watched as a seagull
swooped and swerved in the air. It rose higher into the sky, his
wings spread out in joyful abandonment as he caught a pocket of air
and rode the current.
I stood and enjoyed the sight of such blatant freedom. When the bird
was no more than a dot in the sky, I lowered my gaze towards the
waves as it lapped contentedly on the rocks. A movement on one stone
caught my attention and I immediately turned away to walk back, only
to find myself pausing in mid-flight and sighing as my feet took me
towards the coastline.
The air became cooler as I walked and my eyes watched her picking her
way carefully over the rocks. I never knew she had such grace and I
found myself wanting to know what she was like when she was younger,
before life stole away her innocence.
The sand became easier to walk on as it was smoothed by the unrelenting waves and I continued to watch her as she lay back on a big boulder, her arms folded underneath her head, the sun glinted on her shiny locks. She was so busy concentrating on whatever was percolating in that evil mind of hers that she didn't notice my presence. Only one person could be putting that smile on her face. I found myself wanting to wipe it away with a well-placed insult, so I did.
Immediately I enjoyed her look of anger and annoyance. But as I reveled in her ire, another part of me noticed what the sun was doing to her fair skin and nonchalantly I threw the sunblock at her.
My aim was off. A little higher and I could have taken pleasure from
the sound of the bottle bouncing off her head. Well, all is not lost.
Maybe I can push her into an incoming wave? And with that happy
thought, I climbed near her onto the boulder.
(Fran's P.O.V.)
I stepped out and looked around. Immediately I noticed the emptiness
of the dining room except for the nice people who worked for Mr. Roarke.
My head cocked to the side as the cute little man snapped his fingers
and a good looking waiter stepped up with a plate of everything my taste buds could desire.
"Is that to your liking Miss Fine?"
"Yes, Tattoo, thank you." I sat down and at once the same waiter
stepped forward, filling my glass with ice water.
Wow, a girl could get use to this very easily.
This whole place looked like someone came by and sprinkled Chippendale dust over the population. Nice tight bodies everywhere. Of course, the same can be said for the women. I twisted my lip in annoyance. I was never one to enjoy competition.
I bit into a slice of pineapple, its sweet juices tantalized my mouth
and I curved my back as I felt a drop escape the fruit. Only my quick
reflexes helped my dress escape its splash down.
Danny has a nice tight body too, although his fashion sense seemed to
stop and stay in the 70's. I thought back to yesterday in the shop, the
gold chain necklace that he was fond of wearing, nestled in his unruly chest hair. His tight pair of black polyester slacks tapered down and flared over his leather shoes with the elevated heels. Yep, Danny prided himself into looking like a disco king.
So what is it about him that I like so much? I recalled Mr. Roarke's
comments about him. Not only was Danny's style still very much stuck
in a different era, but so were his views about a woman's place.
But he kisses so good!
For the first time since high school, I found myself questioning
whether that was enough.
Of course it is, I argued with myself. I liked entering a room with
Danny. All the girls in the neighborhood watched us with undisguised
envy. So what that we've been going together since we were kids and I
don't have so much as a promise ring on my finger. He's still mine.
Everybody knows it. Danny and Frannie forever, isn't that what I almost tattooed on my tuchus?! So it has to be.
I shook my head, chastising myself. Oy, it must be all this sea air.
I look down at my still full plate and got busy. Better it go to waist than to waste. Somehow I was sure my Ma got another saying backwards.
A few minutes later as I delicately burped under my breath, I stood
up and left the building to enjoy what fate dropped onto my lap.
Mr. Roarke called this Fantasy Island. Sounds like something Hugh
Hefner would have labeled a place that was filled with so many
beautiful people. Then again with all that food on tap maybe Mr.
Roarke mixed me up with Ma. No, not unless he wanted this tropical
paradise barren within a week!
My hand searched inside my straw purse for my sunglasses when a
shadow fell upon me. It's him! Mr. Gorgeous himself! He introduced
himself and apologized for not doing so earlier. I gave him my most
dazzling smile. This island was full of calendar men alright. And here flashing his sexy grin at me was the month of May – as in ‘may’ I bear your children… please!
A festive sound rented the air and pulled our attention away from
each other and together we decided to investigate what was going on.
Anything to remain in his company!
I wondered what his fantasy could be. A handsome man with… a wedding
ring! Oy, why didn't I notice it earlier?! He looked at me with
those gorgeous eyes and said something in that wonderful accent, but
I interrupted him and quickly walked away. Disappointment heavy in
my heart. For in that short time, Maxwell had affected me enormously.
I heard him shout my name, but I didn't stop. I bumped into a few
people and muttered my apologies as I walked further and further away
from him. Why did it bother me so much anyway? So he was married, so what? I have Danny don't I? Than a niggling thought burst its way out. But do I want him? What was it that Mr. Roarke said to me? To leave my troubles behind. But why am I here?
Almost as if he could read my thoughts, the very well groomed Mr. Roarke popped into my line of vision. I called out to him and he
turned towards me, an immediate smile lit his face. He sure did cut
a dashing figure.
"Mr. Roarke, I was wondering…"
"You are here because of a need, Miss Fine."
Internally I shivered. Dashing, but spooky!
"Yeah, but… when you welcomed us, you called this place Fantasy Island. And earlier you told me that you granted people wishes. Are you saying that I can get my heart's desire? That you will give it to me?"
"Yes."
I almost fell over. Then I looked around and then up at the sky.
"Is anything wrong?"
"No… just looking for the flying monkeys and the yellow brick road.
I am definitely not in Flushing anymore!" I gave him a closer look,
"Is this for real?"
He urged me to walk with him. "I understand that it is a lot to comprehend, but I assure you I only have good intentions."
"Yeah, but you know that saying – when it sounds too good, it
probably is?"
His smile was full of reassurance. "Trust me, Miss Fine, my job is the simplest of all. Our visitors seek this island and believe it to be paradise. But a wrong dream can be one's undoing. You must search within yourself. This is your chance to improve your lot in life and
to attain what you most desire." His eyes darkened with concern. "Make sure what you most desire is what you truly want."
And with those words and one last kind smile he left me to my thoughts.
~~~~
(Max's P.O.V.)
She is so beautiful! I quickly walked over, but as soon as she
looked up at me, I found myself at a loss.
"Hello! Maxwell Shef-field," I stammered out. "My apologies, I
should have introduced myself earlier," I finished sheepishly.
She in turn told me her name and it suited her perfectly. She was
very fine indeed. I coughed into my hand. I'm usually not this clumsy. Granted I rarely have problems catching female attention, but seldom am I interested in being at the receiving end and having it last past the barest pleasantries.
The sound of ukuleles suddenly filled the air and it was a welcome
diversion. Together we walked on over to watch the festivities. I wanted to ask her to tell me about herself. I found myself wanting
to know everything about Fran Fine. And so I racked my brain for a
suave way to go about it.
"So… Miss Fine… may I call you-"
My eyes watched hers look down and then I heard her mumble something. Before I could stop her she walked briskly away. In confusion I followed the descent her gaze went and it landed on my wedding ring. I shut my eyes. What could I say?
"Miss Fine… Wait!"
She didn't even slow down. I sighed. It was probably best. I did not come to Fantasy Island to meet women. I then turned and marched
myself towards Mr. Roarke's office. Determinedly I tried to shut out
the face and voice of the most unique woman I've had the pleasure of
meeting in a long time.
After a few minutes, I felt the sun's warmth baking the back of my
neck as I searched for the man who held my future - my new future, in
his hands. One I should have had in the first place and only then will my life be happy once again.
(Niles' P.O.V.)
I chuckled as I watched her sniff the lotion bottle suspiciously and then look into it. Then with a shrug of her shoulders she began to cover herself with the contents. The strong smell of coconut filled the air. All around us the sea murmured sleepily, but I knew that in a thrice that would change and soon we would be surrounded by splashing surf.
I watched her quietly as she squirted a dollop of lotion onto her arm
and spread it evenly over her skin. Then I watched her do the same
procedure with her other arm and then each of her legs. My eyes tarried longer than it should have as I watched her turn a bit to her side so that she could get the back of her thighs. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking. Quickly I glanced away.
Overhead the halfhearted clouds had given up their protest against
the strong sun and floated away. Maybe that accounted for the good
humor I was in, sitting here next to my nemesis. A few seabirds called out forlornly as they soared above the tidal flats as a possible meal could be seen swimming near the surface, but still too deep for them to get. Niles shivered in sympathy with the screeching gulls. It was painful to see your heart's desire and not be able to catch it.
I leant back on my elbows and eyed my surroundings. Far in the distance I surveyed the granite and tree-studded landfall, estimating its size to be no more than a square city block or so. It rose to a ragged crest roughly a hundred feet above the sea. Ahead of us a granite ledge jutted out into the water, creating a fairly level plateau. CC's voice snapped me out of my musing.
"What are you doing here anyway? Doesn't Maxwell need you to be his
footstool?" She laughed.
I likened the sound to chiming golden bells, sharp pitched and melodic. Oh God, what was wrong with me?! Must be the damn sea air affecting my senses.
"Possibly," I replied lazily as I tried to cover my moment of madness, "since he doesn't have your beanbag of a rear to rest his feet upon."
"My ass is not a beanbag!" her eyes snapped at me, her face leaned
into mine.
My breathing became ragged. Whatever was the matter with me? Was it
something I didn't eat? Or maybe some unknown element in the sea air?
"Your backside is big enough to seat the New York Yankees," I replied
back, my voice low and rough. Her body inches from mine. I could feel
her warm breath on my cheek.
"What are you up to, Niles?"
The sound of my name on her lips never sounded so sweet and I was
sure the taste of her mouth on mine would be equally sweet. I wanted to caress her cheek. I bent my head a fraction of an inch and CC remained motionless. Which was a surprise. I expected her to leap away.
The loud laughter of children running nearby reached us. CC then jerked back and I dropped my hand. She blinked in surprise.
"I'm not up to anything. It must be the sun playing with my mind," I
retorted. I then noticed that the water level around us had gotten higher and that before long we had better get down while it was safe.
But then again, what's the harm of a few feet of water?
"Anyone ever tell you that you remind them of a stork?"
"Anyone ever tell you that you look like the hind end of a horse?"
she retorted back.
"Only another hind end of a horse," I quipped back. I grinned as she rolled her eyes at me. Now was my chance, I realized as I quickly looked at the water. She had moved to the edge of the boulder when I
sat down so just one well placed push…
Splash!
"Damn it, Niles!"
I watched her eyebrows arch in anger as her hand swept a waterlogged
lock of hair from her face. Now I know where the term drowned rat
came from. I couldn't help but laugh uproariously at the sight. I
suddenly felt cold fingers grab my ankle and frantically I reached
for a handhold, but to no avail.
Splash!
As I shook the water out of my ears, the first thing I heard was her
loud laughter. The first thing I saw was her body reacting to the
temperature of the sea as she opened her arms to the sun like a greedy flower. His pique at having her turn the tables on him left as she echoed his earlier mirth. He realized that it's what he had wanted to hear. The reason why he joined her at the beach in the first place.
Before she could react, I quickly dove and pulled her legs from under
her. She rose sputtering obscenities and splashing water at me. Soon
a liquid war ensued as we scooped and threw water after water at one
another. Through it all we were giggling like a couple of school
children.
When we finally stopped, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. Then balancing carefully, I pulled one sneaker off and then the other and placed it on top of the boulder. Then I did the same with my socks, wringing them out before placing them flat next to my shoes. I then did the same with my shirt. As I reached down to unzip my pants, my movements were stopped by CC's screech.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"Taking my pants off, what does it look like?"
"Well, don't!"
"I have my swimming trunks on underneath. And I'm not about to walk
back soaked so I'm laying my clothes out to dry. I suggest you do the
same." My words came out softly, almost lost in the bright day.
"No…" she stumbled over the lone syllable, swallowed and tried again.
She wanted to attribute the hesitation to exasperation, but it was
closer to panic.
"I know you're wearing your bathing suit underneath, Babcock, I…
noticed," I managed to mumble as I turned away and placed my last
article of clothing on the rock.
I pretended disinterest as she methodically followed my earlier
movements and soon our clothes were splayed out on the rock like some
odd offering to a naked god. The water felt good on my skin and I
felt myself finally begin to really relax. After all, this was my
vacation I thought as I fell backward and floated, my legs paddled
lazily in the calm surf.
My thoughts filled with how my life turned out. After one last ditch
effort at independence, I did what I knew my parents wanted of me, what my duty to them was supposed to be ever since I could remember. I became a butler. Specifically, I became Maxwell Sheffield's butler.
As lives go, it wasn't a bad one. Yes, it seemed my responsibilities
to my charge and his family was never ending, but I took pride in his
success. And I valued his friendship. Also, I knew that it was too
late for me to have my own family, but I enjoyed being like an uncle
to the children. They were all the family I really had since my own kin remained as stoic as ever and many miles away in another country.
As for her, I don't know. Was she anything to me?
The sound of splashing nearby pulled at my thoughts and I watched her
arms cut through the water with precision. Her well-formed legs
propelled her quickly forward and I couldn't help but compare her to
the nymph in the Disney movie that Miss Grace insisted on watching
every day for a month last year. CC could easily pass for a mermaid,
but little? She was anything but that. This woman he watched swimming
before him exuded a strength that she would use to get her way
through all the facets of the business world. But through the years,
he was also a witness to a vulnerability that she implicitly tried to
bury beneath a pushy demeanor. It was an intriguing combination.
"I'm loathe to admit it, but this water feels heavenly," CC said as
she paddled by. "Still I would have preferred finding that out voluntarily." Her voice bit out.
I ignored her anger and continued to enjoy the warmth of the sun on
my face and body. Maybe it was the therapeutic blending of the ocean,
the soothing whispers of the breeze, combined with the tropical
fragrances that was the culprit, but an unspoken truce was honored
between us. At least for the moment. Somehow we both came to the same
decision and as one we swam towards a neighboring boulder to the one
that held our clothes.
We sat with our shoulders almost touching and I watched our toes peek
from the water every now and then.
"You asked Mr. Roarke to help you convince Mr. Sheffield to marry you, didn't you?" I quietly asked.
I felt her stiffen before her chin jutted out stubbornly.
"And what's wrong with that?"
I shrugged an answer.
Seconds ticked by before we spoke again.
"What's your fantasy?" she asked.
A glimmer of my last daydream touched my awareness - a red beret resting on a naked heaving bosom. My subconscious protectively shut
it out and allowed me to answer her question.
"I have a law degree. I thought I would see where it would take me."
"I have to admit, I always wondered why you were a butler."
It surprised me that she would wonder about me at all. I looked at her and watched a droplet fall from her hair and roll down her temple, to her cheek. A lazy smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. I couldn't take my eyes from her. I watched her look down at her toes clenched in the water, she seemed nervous for some reason.
"Miss Babcock," I urged her to look at me.
Something wild and wonderful was going on inside us as our gazes
welded once more.
(C.C.'s P.O.V.)
I tried to resist him, but it was his voice. Damn him, but he has the
sexiest voice. I felt like I was floating on the gentle waves of
some enchantment when slowly, oh so gradually, he leaned closer to
wipe a trace of moisture from my cheek. His tender touch arched a
charge of current between us. There was nothing, no one in the
entire world, but the two of us as my feminine instincts took over.
Fluidly he guided me closer to him and I felt the strength of his
body against mine. His very naked chest was wonderfully warm and I
inhaled deeply his distinctively male scent interlaced with the
faintest hint of woodsy after-shave and the salty sea. A delicious tremor went through my body.
The crook of his left forefinger lifted my chin. "Last chance to
escape this, Babcock," he muttered above the crash of a breaker.
When I didn't move, but instinctively lifted my face closer until our
lips were a hairsbreadth away I heard a deep groan vibrate from his
throat as he framed my face between his hands. His lips parted slightly as his mouth descended.
Breathlessly I was aware of the arousing sensations that threatened
to overcome me and at the last second, I struggled against the passion he was invoking. This was too strange and I quickly changed my mind. I couldn't let this happen. Swiftly, my fingers flattened against his chest.
"No…" I said against his lips.
He looked at me then, his eyes half-closed. "Yes," he whispered back.
And then his lips parted fractionally and I couldn't do anything about it. My resistance was spent. I then felt a certain intensity in his body as the warmth of his mouth became one with mine. I heard him murmur my name just before he stroked my lips with his tongue, wanting an invitation to enter. I could do nothing but grant it. I savored the gentle exploration, sighing at the wonder of it, marveling at its drugging pleasure.
Abruptly, something flicked against my shoulder and I heard
giggling. Looking around I saw two faces peering at us from the
shore. Two little girls, their gamin faces grinned shyly as I heard
one of them bashfully ask if we could get their beach ball for them.
We turned and saw a wave coming towards us and as it broke, it took
the colorful orb farther from the beach. Ever helpful, Niles jumped
into the water to retrieve it, giving me a chance to escape. I
grabbed my still damp clothes and quickly made my way back to my
bungalow, not chancing a look back.
(Fran's P.O.V.)
My dreams, my deepest desires. I've thought about them so much. I wish Val were here. In her own way she always was able to make me think more clearly. I walked to the cute little hut that they gave me to stay in. Not really small, it was comfortable and had many luxuries inside. I already packed the shell shaped soaps that were on the sink when I arrived. Ma will flip when I give it to her. She loves putting out fancy things like that and telling all the relatives not to touch them.
Val still lived with her parents and since we've been friends for so
long, I quickly dialed her number from memory.
"Hi Mr. Toriello, this is Fran. Can you put Val on the phone?" I
shook my head. "Yeah, I know she's put on a couple of pounds… no, I
don't want you to break your phone… yes, Mr. Toriello I know that
rotary phones are collector's items now. What I meant was, could you
hand the phone to Val so I can speak with her?" I gave an inward
groan. Oy, that family should have moved away from all those power lines years ago!
Finally, I heard Val's voice on the other end.
"Hi Val! You would not believe this place! All the food I can eat
and so many gorgeous men walking around! Remember that place we went
to with the singing waiters? And that guy who looked like Antonio
Banderas? They had a roast beef here that was bigger than the one he
served!" Fran leaned back onto her bed and stretched her legs out. "Okay, listen, this place is like a wishbone only better. No grease. The problem is I'm not sure what I want." I sighed and listened to my best friend's advice.
"Fran, I thought you wanted to marry Danny?"
"I did… do… that's the problem Val, I'm not sure anymore. I know he's always been good to me."
"Yeah, you guys were so cute together in high school. Remember when
he told you that carrying his books would increase your bust size?
Or how about the time when he told you that doing his homework for
him would give you more time together? Although, wasn't he hanging
out over at Heather Biblow's locker more than yours?"
"What's your point, Val?!"
"Sorry, I digest. My point is, okay don't get mad at me, but this
is what I think and I'm not saying this just because you're hundreds of
miles away and so you can’t hurt me. But maybe you're just settlin' for him, y'know? I think there's someone out there for you. Someone better than Danny that you're destined to be with."
"There is someone I met here, but he's married." I sighed. "I've
always pictured a beautiful house in Great Neck, living the life of
June Cleaver, but without a kid named Beaver."
"Yeah, name your son Possum. Oh, and if you have twins, name the
girl Blossom, that will be so cute!"
"Right Val," I shook my head and then smiled. She may be a little
ditzy, but she had a heart of gold. "Thanks Val, you were a big
help! I'll bring you back a set of fancy-schmancy coconut shaped salt and pepper shakers. Bye!"
~~~~
(Max's P.O.V.)
Well, Mr. Roarke actually did it. Somehow he set back time. He assured me that he was more than capable of helping me change my future and my past and he was right. Mr. Roarke informed me that this decision would change the time space continuum and that when I arrived back in New York, my life would not be what it was when I had left for the island.
I licked my lips nervously and stepped forward to do what must me done and acknowledged the déjà vu feeling that came over me as I approached this familiar man in his tweed jacket. We shook hands. He told me about his brilliant idea about a play that involved dancing cats. People dressed in cat costumes and dancing among rubbish cans. I still
thought the idea was ridiculous, but I would do anything to make Sara
happy. When I sign this deal, I will become famous. No more struggling with mediocre plays. People will hear the name and say `Andrew Lloyd Webber who?' And with that, I will also have the memories of having spent more time with my precious Sara and my children. Time that I had spent beforehand working for long hours trying to become a success.
I sat down and asked for a pen and the contract. The man eagerly
handed me both and just as I began to sign it, I heard Mr. Roarke
call out to me.
"Are you sure you wish to do that Mr. Sheffield?"
I watched him step out from the shadows and answered him indignantly. "Of course I am! This is my wish and you said that with the money I gave you, it will be done."
"But have you thought about all the ramifications. Could I persuade
you to look out this window? For out there was the life you've led."
What was he talking about? How can a mere window… I looked through
the bay window that he gestured at and saw inside my home! There was
Sara sitting on the couch, little Grace was on her lap and Brighton
and Maggie leaned into each of her shoulders. All were absorbed in
the book she was reading to them. I watched Niles open the front
door to allow CC to come in. She called out to me, telling me that
we were running late and then there I was, striding out of the
library. I watched myself give Sara a kiss and a hug. I then hugged
the children, told each of them good-bye just as Niles handed me my
briefcase. And soon there I was out the door with CC informing me
about things that still needed to be done.
My attention then went to my wife as she wistfully looked at the closed door that my earlier self had just walked through.
Sara… my Sara. I've almost forgotten how beautiful she was. I missed how she quietly, but determinedly directed me to do things I didn't know I was capable of doing. I squared my shoulders. This fantasy of mine is the right one. It has to be because it will make her happier. I'll appreciate her more, I swear I will!
"Will you?" Mr. Roarke asked.
How did he know what I was just thinking? I turned back to him and
he gestured at the window again.
It was the same scene again except that Sara was dressed in a lovely
evening gown but instead of a book, she was showing the children a
calendar and pointing to a date.
"We can all be together on Monday. Maybe we'll have a picnic or visit the fair and ride the carousel? Won't that be fun?!" She smiled with eager cheer at the children.
Maggie gave her a solemn smile, Brighton crossed his arms sullenly,
and Gracie stood up on the couch and wrapped her arms around Sara.
"No go, Mommy – stay!"
I watched myself stride out of the library dressed in a tuxedo.
"Come along Sara, we'll be late."
Sara gave the children a hug and waited for me to do so, but my
attention was on the mirror as I straightened my tie. Niles brushed
lint from my shoulder. I then turned towards the children and gave
them a quick smile.
"We won't be long. Mummy and Daddy have an awards ceremony to go to
and then parties after that. We'll do something…"
Niles quickly held open my agenda book and my finger brushed through
the facing page until it stopped on a date.
"Thursday! You children will still be on holiday."
"But Mom said Monday," Brighton pointed out.
"No, no, I'm afraid that day is all booked up. We best be off, Sara." I took her elbow and steered her out of the house. She looked back at the children and gave them a sad smile and a wave.
I turned towards Mr. Roarke. Angrily, "But that can't be the way it
turns out!"
"Ah, but it does Mr. Sheffield. When you became the producer of CATS, your life became much more hectic. With success came more responsibilities that took you away from your family. You tried to
be a good father, but there was only so much of you to go around and
of course a successful producer must have his wife right there by his
side."
"And so the children not only saw less of me, they saw less of their
mother as well?" I blustered indignantly. "This isn't fair - what
kind of con are you running here?!"
"Perhaps you are only remembering the moments in your life that made
you feel guilty once you lost your wife."
My eyes misted at the regret that weighed heavily inside.
Mr. Roarke continued, "Yes, you were busy at times and that took you
away from your family, but you managed to balance your family and
your work much better than you realized. Again he gestured towards
the window.
My mouth immediately turned upwards as I watched myself flying a kite
with Maggie and Brighton. I sighed happily, remembering that day.
There I was telling my son to run faster so that his kite would catch
the wind better, my arm around my pretty daughter. I watched Sara holding Grace in her arms as they clapped in appreciation. A cute giggle filled with wonderment escaped my youngest child's mouth and it made us all laugh.
The scene then shifted. We were sitting on a blue and white plaid
blanket, picnicking near a tree. I was leaning against the trunk, my
arms wrapped around my wife as we watched Maggie and Grace picking
flowers in the field. Brighton stealthily walked behind them only to
jump in front, shoving a frog in their faces. Both girls screamed and then pounced on their brother. Sara and I ran over and began tickling them all until our laughter filled the air with our happiness.
My shoulders shook with stifled sobs as the scene faded from my sight. I wanted to reach out and keep it there. "Why are you doing this to me?" My voice trembled with anguish as Mr. Roarke stepped up.
He looked upon me with compassion in his eyes. "I merely wanted to assure you that you were a good husband and father to your family. Not only did you provide them with the comforts of a good home, but you were there to comfort them as well. It is time to let go of the guilt, Mr. Sheffield. I understand why you chose the fantasy, but before you go through with it I felt it was my place to ask you this. "What would your wife want you to do?"
I closed my eyes and thought of my wife. Really thought of her without the hurt and anger that normally accompanied my remembrances and soon I felt the calm influence that she was always able to instill in me.
"Think about the children," I could hear say. "Think about yourself. Life is not about fame and fortune. It's about spending time with your loved ones and raising selfless and loving children who will make this world a better place." I saw her eyes smile at me and if I concentrated hard enough I could feel the faint touch of her fingers smooth the worried lines from my forehead. "Be happy Maxwell. It's time to move on and not hide from life anymore."
"I will," I softly replied before I opened my eyes. With a deep breath, "Thank you, Mr. Roarke, you have been most helpful."
"You're very welcome, Mr. Sheffield." He nodded, his smile almost as
white as his suit. "And your fantasy?"
"I find myself not needing it anymore. Why don't you donate the money to a children's charity for me?"
His grin became even broader. "A splendid idea."
We shook hands and just as I stepped through the open door with the
shadows of dusk quickly approaching, he spoke once again.
"We have a wonderful luau set up at the southwestern part of the beach that many of the locals and the guests always enjoy. Please don't miss it, you'll have a fine time."
A fine time. Miss Fine. I waved a thank you and walked briskly towards that direction.
(Niles' P.O.V.)
The sunset looked majestic as it bathed the land in muted hues. Another day was ending and I found another chance for me to change my life slipping away. I had missed my conference with Mr. Roarke. When I found that CC had left, I wanted to be alone and spent the day pondering my future. I walked until I found myself pulled to the happy music and the welcoming bonfire.
The sounds of the festive preparation grounded to a halt when Mr.
Roarke stepped forward and addressed the crowd.
"Luaus began in Hawaii. It was meant to be a lavish food extravaganza in order to fete royalty, foreign dignitaries and powerful chieftains. All important people in their own right I'm sure. But our luaus are not to honor such people, but to celebrate among one another our lives and how we each touch one another. We are all important. So please savor the traditional roast pig and other delectable dishes we have prepared for all of you. Let's honor one another."
A roar of approval and clapping followed his speech and I could tell
that the man was well loved by the people of this island.
I strolled closer when the aromas of the menu became deeply inviting
only to stop suddenly at the sight that met my eyes. Mr. Roarke asking Miss Babcock to dance.
My attention on the couple must have been very set because I didn't
realize Lani was talking to me until I felt her gently touching my
arm. I looked down and she laughed.
"A lei for your thoughts."
That caught my attention!
"W-what?!"
I chuckled with her, enjoying her teasing remark as she placed a
wreath made of flowers around my neck. She then pulled me towards
the dance floor and I happily obliged.
(C.C.'s P.O.V.)
I was annoyed with Mr. Roarke and told him so. A day has practically
passed and my plan to ensnare Maxwell still hadn't come to fruitation. He then asked me to dance so that we could talk and enjoy the music at the same time. I could feel a certain magic and strength that encapsulated his tall frame and allowed myself to be guided towards the dance floor. Many faces surrounded us. Some were clapping in time to the music, others were playing instruments and still more, a group of grass-skirted women, were dancing.
"How was your day, Miss Babcock?" His warm voice caught my attention and I looked up at him. Such a tall man!
"Not very good. I took an ill-timed and unplanned swim in my clothes
and spent an hour in the shower washing the sand and ocean salt from
my hair."
He gave me a mysterious smile and with a nod of his head encouraged me to elaborate.
"It was that butler of Maxwell's! Niles never seems to tire of making sport of me!"
"Did he harm you?"
"No, he never really harms me. Although I have tripped on occasion
because of his shenanigans."
"Very odd behavior for a man of his age."
"You got that right!" I agreed
"Perhaps Mr. Sheffield's butler is not all there, if you know what I
mean."
I pulled away from Mr. Roarke. "No, what are you talking about?"
"He is a butler after all. A servant. That's a lowly station in life, don't you agree?"
My eyebrows knitted in irritation. "That doesn't seem to tie-in with
the speech you just gave. What about all that crap about *everyone*
being important?"
He smiled at me and for some reason I felt my hackles rise.
"That was a speech to appease the people who work here. You of all
people know that there are varying levels in society. And we are part of the upper echelon while many here, that butler included, are not."
"His name is Niles," I bit out, liking this man I was dancing with
even less.
"Yes Niles." He nodded as we turned in a circle. "Now take Maxwell
Sheffield for instance," and he gestured towards his right.
I looked over and saw Maxwell talking to that frightfully sounding
brunette from earlier.
"He is a handsome, successful Broadway producer. A fine catch. I can understand why you would want to be with a man of his standing and caliber."
I nodded in agreement as I watched the couple talk, wondering what
she said to make him laugh in such a carefree way. I hadn't heard
that sound since Sara passed away.
"Now, let's put our attention towards Niles," and this time he gestured me towards his left.
My body immediately tightened in displeasure and hostility as I saw
one of the hula dancers trying to teach Niles to swing his hips.
"Niles," Mr. Roarke continued, "won't amount to much. In fact, he's
reached his lot in life don't you think? I'm sure he's happy. A simple life for a simple man."
I found myself quickly coming to his defense. "He's not simple! Niles graduated from Oxford. His mind is the quickest I've ever encountered. And not only that, he has a great understanding of people. Everyone thinks because he's just standing there, that he's a non-entity, but Niles has great insight. He watches and can foresee what needs to be done before it can be articulated."
"A good skill for a butler to have," he acknowledged.
"It's a good skill for anybody to have," I retorted back.
We danced some more in silence.
"My apologies, Miss Babcock," he spoke once again. "I only wanted to
point out that Maxwell is the better candidate for your affections.
Your physical appearances alone are very compatible with one another. You must admit," we swayed until Niles was in our vision again, "Niles' eyes are the perfect color…"
I nodded. Even from this distance the ultramarine of his eyes made me want to take a long sensuous dip in them.
"…for a blue-collar worker."
That's it! I dropped my arms and stepped away from him and glared.
"I don't know where you're getting off saying those things, but you're wrong! Maxwell and I grew up in the same type of lifestyle, but we work for a living. We wanted more than to live off of our parents' riches and travel to exotic places."
"You're right, Miss Babcock, I quite agree. Allow me to tell you how to make your fantasy come true and become Mrs. Maxwell Sheffield."
I looked over at Maxwell after Mr. Roarke said that and the proverbial light finally flickered on in my head. Maxwell and I were a lot alike. We're both headstrong and use to getting our own way. Rarely do we share quiet moments of reflection or laughter. All we share with one another is a deep love of the theatre. Other than that we were totally incompatible.
Outloud, "If we were to marry, we would argue night and day. I can't
marry him."
Mr. Roarke smiled. "And Niles?" he prodded.
I turned and looked at Niles and chuckled at his clumsy attempts to
hula.
"Niles makes me laugh. He never lets me get away with anything. He
doesn't argue with me, but he does make these cutting remarks that
can drive me crazy! And for some insane reason I love it because although his mouth says one thing, his eyes convey the opposite."
"So you think he's intelligent, sharply perceptive and you enjoy his
dry wit?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I was even more surprised
at what I was saying. "Yes, I do."
"Miss Babcock, I believe you are drawn to the man. He is what Aristotle once coined, "Educated insolence."
I smiled, "You're right! And it's all wrapped inside that great body." I shook my head at my stupidity. "Oh my God - I think I'm in love with Niles! If you'll excuse me Mr. Roarke, I believe I'll exchange one fantasy for another."
I couldn't see it, but I could feel the warmth of his smile and
approval as I walked away from one man of great insight towards
another.
(Niles' P.O.V.)
I was just about to excuse myself to get a drink when I felt a strong
pull on my sleeve. It was C.C.
"Dance." She ordered and pulled me onto the floor.
"What do you want?" I attempted to get away and winced as her fingers
bit into my arms. With more strength than I thought she possessed I
was catapulted into her arms.
"Is this your way of getting even with me for pushing you into the
ocean?"
"Hardly. My plans were more along the lines of pushing you into a
live volcano. I read in the brochure that the locals here believe
good fortune would come to all if a vestal virgin is sacrificed to
the gods."
"I'm not a virgin!"
"You sure have been living like one!" she chortled.
I glared at her, "I'm particular at who *I* take to my bed."
"Okay, maybe you're not a virgin," she conceded, "but your butt is
ample enough to stop it up!"
I pretended annoyance and opened my mouth to insult her back when I
felt her hand as it roamed from my shoulder, to my back, to cupping my derriere. My mouth not only opened, but my jaw hurt from dropping so fast.
A medley of sensations danced throughout my body as she stepped closer to me, her body nestled against mine. I was heady with excitement. She continued to palm my backside and immediately my mouth met hers in a fervent kiss that left me breathless and wanting more.
"What are you playing at Babcock?" I gasped.
"I was hoping, you," she smiled, but I can see the unease in her eyes.
She was worried that I would turn her down! And to know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her was a powerful aphrodisiac.
"God, yes!" I whispered back raggedly.
"Your bungalow or mine?"
The seductive lilt in her voice sent me into overdrive and immediately I took charge. Without care or thought as to how it looked to everyone around us, we quickly walked to my room. In between steps we would stop and kiss. My lips touched her throat and I could feel the erratic beat of her heart as it pulsed. Such tempting skin.
I opened the door and we quickly stepped in. We looked at each other, utter want in our eyes. She closed her eyes as we kissed again. When we pulled our lips apart, she opened them and her gaze was full of desire. It never faltered from mine.
"Are you sure?"
(C.C.'s P.O.V.)
My heart raced as he threw open the door. When I told him that I was very sure, a grin of pure delight played across his features.
"Do you want to do it on the floor or," his eyebrow arched
suggestively, "the bed?" he wickedly suggested.
I laughed, "Why the floor?"
"Less noisy that way."
"I'm sure that in a couple of minutes your neighbors will know
exactly what we're doing," I replied in a tone that matched his
immoral playfulness.
"Oh, it will last more than a couple of minutes!"
And with a force that left me breathless, he swung me into his arms
then kicked the door shut.
"You don't know how much I've wanted this," he admitted with gentle
roughness.
"Are you going to stand here holding me all night or are you going to
take me up on my offer?"
He flashed me a look of delight, which soon turned into uncertainty. "All that saltwater didn't muddle your eyesight did it? I'm not Maxwell. This is Niles, his butler."
"So buttle already and serve me what I want!"
He laughed and placed me on top of his bed and the buttons practically ripped from his shirt as he undid them, then yanked the garment away.
My heart beated wildly in anticipation. I immediately beckoned him to me. I would love him and not worry about whether he loved me back.
"I'm getting *very* impatient," I whispered seductively.
"Good," he growled, smiling as he moved toward me.
I sighed as the mattress sagged under his weight. He straddled my
body as his mouth dipped to my throat – teasing, nipping, taunting. I
squirmed, it was all almost too much to bear. That's when he lowered
himself, his weight not allowing any further movement. The need within me cried out for him.
Niles' finger stroked my bottom lip. "You do know that I more than
just want you, right?"
My heart soared as I replied back, "As long as you know that I suppose I care more than a fig for you." I smiled.
He chuckled.
It wasn't Shakespeare, but who cares.
He rolled onto his back.
Our lips met and our passion overwhelmed us. Smoothly he eased away
my blouse buttons. His thumb sensuously caressed me until I wanted to tear off my bra myself.
We were in sync as always because soon my bra was on the floor and
was closely followed by the rest of my clothes and his. Niles' lips were everywhere, brushing my eyelids, tracing the line of my jaw, tasting my mouth. His tongue circled me in a way that was somehow territorial and fiercely arousing. And the pace he set made my body scream with need. Our eyes connected and I knew right then I wanted to make him feel the same way. So I kissed and nibbled up and down his throat. He gasped and angled his head to the side, inviting me to do more. I licked his skin and nipped at the throbbing vein.
Niles' moan turned me on even more. Growing bolder I let my mouth
slowly slide further down. I watched Niles struggle to control himself, trying to keep his eyes open but the pleasure must have been intense as his lids fluttered, warring with himself.
(Niles' P.O.V)
I was out of control. My body moved as if it had a mind of its own, my head violently moved back and forth as CC did amazing things to me with her mouth and hands.
I began to speak, but she silenced me with a kiss, her tongue snaking
between my lips in an instant. My mouth softened beneath hers as I
returned the kiss, tentatively at first, but with increasing desire.
Our tongues battled against each other and I could tell that the
depth of her own passion was quickly overcoming her as I rolled her onto her back, our lips still locked tightly together.
I was in command now and I planned on taking full advantage of it.
Breaking the kiss, I ran my tongue down the side of her face to the
spot behind her ear, stopping along the way to nibble at her earlobe.
Her arms wrapped around my neck as I nuzzled her neck, licking and
sucking her sweet flesh gently. I knew I was mumbling incoherently. The bad Niles in me was cheering me on, telling me to give it to her good while the nice Niles was arguing and reminding me to romance her and be gentle. I was telling them both to shut up because I knew what my CC wanted, she wanted both - sweet roughness.
Her hips rose to meet my probing fingers and I watched her face as she groaned in ecstasy as my tongue traced crazy patterns over her chest and stomach. Then she proceeded to make love back to me.
(C.C.'s P.O.V.)
I never imagined that anything could feel this good.
Niles looked into my eyes. As our eyes met, I knew that this was what I had always wanted.
"Are you okay?" he asked tenderly.
I smiled back and nodded. My deepest desire finally became reality.
Many nights and many mornings, hell even afternoons, I imagined this. But I always squelched the desires because I thought it was utter madness.
I took over and made our bodies one. I smiled as Niles eyes rolled onto themselves and I watched until I could no longer bear the shadowy beauty of him. Patches of golden light exploded behind my lids as new feelings blossomed within me like flowers. His lips found mine once again and we shared a deep kiss, tongues flitting here and there. The sounds of breathing were heavy as we continued to kiss.
(Niles' P.O.V.)
"Oh god, Babcock, how I've wanted this."
I couldn't get enough of her sweet, delicious body.
CC muttered some wicked sweetness and I increased the pace of our
lovemaking. Our bodies rose and fell in fierce unison. I watched as
fever after fever raged within her and then broke making her wilder.
Her fingernails raked my back as we possessed one another until we finally reached that ultimate peak. One last kiss and wearily we separated.
I sprawled across the bed, trembling as if I was cold. She noticed the beads of perspiration on my forehead and upper lip. I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath only to open them again after a few seconds so I could focus on her. I blinked several times, clearing my vision until I saw one CC instead of two. She smiled at me, causing me to chuckle. The look on her face was very wicked, but sated which was a good thing because all I wanted to do was sink into a sleeplike state. Her hand was in my hair, moving soothingly against my scalp.
"Good lord, woman," I managed after some time, "I'm not sure I can
bear up under a lifetime of that."
CC stretched languidly, an evil wanton in the warm, lush darkness.
"The least we can do is give it a shot," she smiled wickedly at me.
I grinned and feigned a beleaguered look. "Maybe I should have given
more thought to that fantasy of mine. I wonder if Mr. Roarke grants
second chances."
"You don't want to become a lawyer anymore?" she asked.
"That was a fib, I'm afraid. Rather than be a champion for law and
justice, I thought I would conquer you instead."
CC arched her brow at me and rolled on top of me and wriggled a reply
causing me to groan. She curved her arms around my neck and planted
a warm kiss on my mouth and pulled away. I leaned up and captured her lips wanting more. I then touched a kiss upon her temple.
"So then it's agreed," I said thickly, "we'll spend a lifetime
exploring the possibilities of us as a couple."
Our gazes met and we looked deeply into each other's eyes until we
both smiled, sharing one last tender kiss to seal the contract.
(Fran's P.O.V.)
Morning already and time to go back. Did I get my fantasy? I wondered as I took a shower and got dressed. I know now that I can't go back to my life anymore, working with Danny and being his… whatever I was to him. I sat in front of the mirror and brushed my hair as my thoughts drifted to Maxwell Sheffield. God, was that man gorgeous or what?!
As we sat on grass mats and ate all the delicious food last night, he
told me he was a widower and we talked about his children. I thought
about them and how cute they looked in the pictures that he had in
his wallet. Poor babies with no mother to take care of them. I wish
I could help.
One last shrug and one last look in the mirror, I gathered all my
belongings and made my way back to the plane to go home. Confused
thoughts at what my future would be swirled in my head.
"Ahh, Miss Fine, there you are!"
My head jerked to the side and a feeling of something magical
sparkled in the air as we saw one another again.
"Was I lost?" I teased, loving the sound of his soft chuckle.
"I must confess that I was waiting for you," he admitted, looking
down for a moment in shyness.
My heart thumped as I tried to reply steadily. "Why…" even I cringed
at how high pitched my voice came out in my nervousness. I cleared
my throat. "Is there something wrong?"
"No, not at all!" he quickly answered. "I wanted to make a proposition."
"Hey, hey! I know that my skirts can be too short sometimes, but I'm
not that kind of woman!"
His eyes widened in alarm. "I didn't mean it that way!"
Then he chuckled again as I winked at him. I love teasing him!
He then took my hand in his.
"I barely slept last night."
"Hard bed?" I asked.
(Max's P.O.V.)
I closed my eyes when she asked about my bed and its hardness.
Control yourself, old man!
I opened them again and she filled up my senses. She is so
beautiful! I thought about last night at the luau and how she made
me laugh. It's been so long since I felt so carefree, as if life
wasn't a struggle anymore.
"Um… no, hard thoughts about my future… and yours."
Fran nodded and then her eyes snapped at me.
"Mine?"
"Yes, I was thinking about what you said about your job not measuring
up to what you want anymore in your life and how you want to feel more useful. Then something occurred to me. Would you perhaps be interested in becoming my nanny?"
"Aren't you a little too old for one?" She teased once again and
chuckled as my face reddened. "Sorry, just trying to get a rise out
of you!"
"It's working," I mumbled, my eyes appraised her.
"What's that?"
"Nothing… I was hoping you would like to take care of my children. I
find that my household seems to always be short of one because of my
son's mischievous ways."
"Listen, after growing up with my sister, I've seen it all. What has
he done?"
"Well, his last prank made our last nanny leave in hysteria after he
pretended to fall down a flight of stairs."
"Ketchup coming out of his ears, nose and mouth?"
I shook my head. "Just his ear."
"Amateur!" she giggled. "I could teach him how to make it look like
he broke his leg. It's all in how you angle it." She saw my forehead furrow. "But then that would be wrong… so household, huh? Does that mean we would be living together?"
I imagined seeing her first thing in the morning, every morning, and a
silly smile must have lit my face.
"Mr. Sheffield?"
I chased the image away. "Yes, there is a room for the nanny available because I would like you to be there at all times." I smiled at her hoping she would agree.
(Fran's P.O.V.)
Time stood still for me as I gazed into his eyes and saw something
special sparkle in them. I became even more aware of his body as he
stood only a foot away from me. A wish to feel the softness of his
emerald blue chambray shirt entered my mind and a millisecond later I
felt my heel catch in a depression on the ground and I stumbled
forward. Slowly I became aware of his solid body pressed against
mine and his breath as it caressed my cheeks after he caught me.
I looked up at him longingly and thought, kiss me! His eyes darkened
and I almost gasped as he tenderly held my face. His eyes were then
half-closed with an answering fire of longing and I watched his lips
part fractionally.
I felt a certain intensity to his body as the warmth of his mouth
touched mine and heard him murmur my name. A feeling of rightness
filled me, telling me that we were created for each other and I heard
myself moan at the stroke of his tongue on my lips and then in the
inner secrets of my mouth. It all seemed natural and right. Something that I didn't know until now had been missing whenever Danny and I kissed.
I savored the gentle exploration, sighing at the wonder of it,
marveling at its drugging pleasure.
(Max's P.O.V.)
She stumbled into my arms and her perfume was intoxicating. Tired of
always thinking first, this time I acted, and I kissed her like
I've wanted to do for so long. The first touch of her lips was
overwhelming and I took her deeper into my arms as I plundered her
mouth. With ardency I never realized I possessed, my tongue twined
with hers as we deepened the kiss even more. I gasped as though I
had been jolted and felt her move closer still, bonding her body
tightly to mine.
The hum of a plane's motor as it flew overhead seemed to awaken us
from a fog and we slowly pulled away from one another.
I watched her, afraid at what she would say or do because of my
forwardness. Her chest heaved and she licked at those luscious lips
of hers. Sweet lord, I am going crazy thinking of those lips and
that body!
Although that kind of thinking can land me in trouble. Trouble known
as a long-term commitment. But then how enjoyable has my life been
lately? I have been so lonely and I need Fran in my life. Her with
her larger than life personality and hair! I felt a sense of urgency
to know her better and to convince her to be in my life.
"Tell me more about yourself?"
"More?! And here I thought I talked your ear off last night!" She
laughed.
I loved her laugh! I wanted to know everything about her. I studied
her for a moment. And although we had only just met I could tell we
were kindred souls. I remember watching her as she bought some leis
from the local children and how much they loved talking with her.
Fran has an easy going way about her that people immediately take to
and trust. I've met many people in my life and that quality is rare.
She reached across and covered my hand with hers and squeezed
lightly. "Are you okay?" her voice full of concern. My forehead must
have been really furrowed.
I smiled reassuringly. "Miss Fine… may I call you Fran?" At her
nod, I continued. "You don't know how much this is unlike me. I
don't normally kiss astonishingly beautiful women on a whim."
"You think I'm beautiful? Astonishingly beautiful – that's even
better!"
I chuckled. "Would you consider working for me? Or at least seeing
me in a dating capacity?"
I closed my eyes as she kissed me and then I felt her hand take
mine. As we walked towards the area where the plane would be waiting
for us she said, "That's a yes to both, in case you didn't know!"
I kissed her hand and walked happily on almost bumping into CC who
was standing in the middle of the sidewalk kissing…
"Niles?!"
I watched my butler wipe his lips with his handkerchief. He wasn't
in the least bit perturbed at being caught. His eyes took in the
sight of me holding hands with Fran, said hello to us, winked, and
then wrapped his arm around my business partner's shoulders. I gaped
in astonishment as we walked behind the couple who couldn't seem to
keep their hands off of one another and I heard CC giggle in a way
I've never heard before when Niles' hand slid down to cup her bum!
We kept walking until we reached Mr. Roarke and Tattoo who were
waiting for us by the plane.
"I trust this trip was enlightening and satisfactory?" he asked with
that knowing smile of his.
We all smiled knowing that he could tell how elated we were with how
everything turned out. After Niles and I shook his hand, and after
Fran gave him an effusive hug, CC spoke for all of us when she
wondered out loud, "Who are you?"
He only smiled and in that mysterious way of his replied, "Only a
friend, Miss Babcock."
We sent Mr. Roarke and Tattoo our heartfelt thanks again as we
boarded the plane. And with a last wave we were all on our way to a
new life where none of us would feel alone ever again.
"So boss…" Tattoo remarked as we both watched the plane speed down the
runway and up into the sky, "…do you think they'll be happy?"
"Extremely, Tattoo. They were all destined for one another and a
good thing too."
"Why is that?"
"Because Maxwell and Fran's daughter marries Niles and CC's son."
Tattoo's eyes widened. "Will they grow up to be important people,
boss?"
"Everyone is important, Tattoo."
We exchanged smiles.
"But yes, one day their grandchildren will make our world an even
better place to live."
Tattoo gave the plane a last look. It was now a dot in the sky as it
parted the clouds. "What now?"
I looked at the beautiful women coming towards us with refreshments.
"I think we deserve to relax." I loosened my tie, unbuttoned my
blazer and reached for an umbrella-topped drink. "Granting fantasies
is hard work!"
~~~~
Fran’s eyes widened at what the couple was doing at the back of the plane.
Maxwell squirmed as he listened to them giggle and coo.
"Wow! That’s your business partner?" Fran asked.
At his nod, "She sure is limber!"
He cleared his throat in embarrassment and brought his arm around her, inviting a snuggle and Fran complied. It felt so good to have her in his arms again and he sighed in contentment and pressed his lips against her hair.
Fran wrapped her arm around his body and murmured against his chest. She couldn’t believe how important Maxwell had become to her in such a short time.
"Pardon?"
"Hmm?" She looked up at him.
"You said something that I didn’t catch."
"I was just saying that I can’t believe what’s happening and all because we landed on that island."
They turned as one to look out the window and watched the panoramic vista grow smaller.
"It was so beautiful there." Fran said as their fingers clasped one another.
"And it certainly gave us all wonderful insight. An isle of view." Maxwell said softly.
Fran gasped and her eyes sparkled with happiness. She leant towards him, slowly, tantalizingly and the look on her face caused Maxwell to be incapable of movement. She was dazzling.
"I love you too!"
His eyebrows knitted in bewilderment at her sudden declaration, but the way she was trembling against him banished all questions from his mind.
There was a brief second when his mouth was only a butterfly touch on hers and then Maxwell’s weight carried her back to her seat, his kiss deepening as the hardness of his chest crushed her soft breasts. A primitive sound vibrated in her throat as his kisses drove her crazy.
Without removing his lips from hers, he levered himself a little away so that his hand might invade the scanty protection of her skirt only to tear away quickly at the sound of CC’s giggle from the back of the plane.
"What am I doing?!"
"Whatever it is, keep doing it!" Fran urged.
He looked at her, watching him under heavy lidded eyes. Her lips swollen from his kisses and god help him but he wanted her. He knew it was wrong, they’d only just met, but she had gotten under his defenses so quickly. And despite their different lives, he felt a deep connection to Fran. She was the missing jigsaw to the puzzle that was his life. Where he commanded recognition, she attracted it. Where life was a constant battle to him, Fran invited it with every breath of her being.
All along Maxwell had known instinctively that here was the one. Logically his brain told him it was too soon to know for sure, but his heart and his soul knew that love has no timetable. It just is. And for the second time in his life, he fell in love again.
The End
*Sorry, I was going to have Max and Fran become members of the Mile-High Club, but I thought it would be too soon in their relationship.
*This was an old fic that I changed and added to, hope you liked it!
Back to Fan FictionBack to The Really Unofficial Nanny Home Page