Oy, Vey! Did They or Didn't They?

by

FJS
(franniesheffield@bellsouth.net)

"Thank you Miss Fine, but I'm afraid I wouldn't know the right women for me if she fell out of the sky." The elevator lurched slightly, freeing Fran from the escape hatch. She dropped to the floor of the elevator at Maxwell’s feet.

"Well, at least we can still hear the music." She looked up and smiled at him. Max reached down to help her up. The elevator lurched again, throwing her into his arms.

"Since we seem to be stuck here, why don’t we make the best of the situation?" He stepped back and held out his arms to her. "Miss Fine, may I have this dance?"

She smiled. "Certainly, Mr. Sheffield."

He took her in his arms and led her around the elevator as if they were dancing on air. "You know, Miss Fine, I’m glad you had an eye doctor appointment tonight. Dancing with you is so much nicer than being stuck in an elevator alone."

Fran pulled back, looked at him, and saw the twinkle in his adorable green eyes.

"Well, to be honest with you, I didn’t really have an eye doctor appointment. When I knew that Sydney wasn’t coming, I got dressed and hurried down here so you wouldn’t be embarrassed at being stood up."

"You always look out for me, don’t you?" He nuzzled her ear, taking in the smell of her shampoo and perfume."

"That’s because I love…" she caught her breath. She almost told him how she felt. "I love taking care of you and the kids." She laid her head on his shoulder. She always felt so safe and comfortable there.

Her mind drifted back to a night a couple of weeks ago when he’d come home from a party drunk. Niles helped her get him up the stairs and as she tried to leave, he held her back and sent Niles away. She assured Niles that she’d be all right, confident that he’d pass out soon, and never remember that she was there. It was easier than fighting with him. She removed his tie and jacket and started working the buttons on his shirt. It was then that he slid his hands around her and began to unzip her skirt. She was thankful she was wearing tights and a turtleneck that night.

"God, Fran, you are so beautiful. I love you so much." He pulled her onto the bed on top of him and started fumbling with her sweater. She knew she needed to put the brakes on this train and fast.

"Mr.….Max, Sweetie, let’s get you into bed. This isn’t a good night for that." She continued taking off his shirt, and as she pulled him up to remove it, his hands quickly pulled her sweater over her head. She tried to get off the bed, but he pulled her onto his lap. His mouth was all over her, his hands caressing every part of her body. He reached down and pulled her shoes off.

"Max, this can’t happen. You’re drunk; you don’t know what you’re doing."

"I know exactly what I’m doing, My Darling. I’m making love to the woman I love." He flipped her over onto her back and pulled down her stockings. Fran was in a panic now. She’d dreamed of making love to this man for over a year now…but not this way. He began fumbling with his belt and kicking his shoes off. She had to think of something, and she had to think of it quick. He tossed his pants across the room and began to kiss her neck, her throat, and her ears. "Tell me you love me; tell me you want me to make love to you." He breathed into her ear.

Oh, GOD! He felt so good lying on top of her, she forgot that she was going to stop him. He stopped kissing her and looked down into her eyes. "Tell me, My Love."

Well, it wouldn’t be a lie, I DO love him. Please, God, don’t let him remember this tomorrow? She looked into his eyes. "I love you, Maxwell. Please make love to me?"

His hands reached around to unhook her bra, and she ran her hands up his arms across his shoulders. "Oh, Sweetie, you’re so tense, let me rub your back first."

Max unhooked the bra and let out a small growl as his mouth found its targets. It was now or never, she couldn’t take much more of this without giving herself to this man.

"Roll on your stomach, Max." He complied, and she said a silent prayer that he’d fall asleep. Her prayer was answered quickly, as he started softly snoring. She laid next to him for a few minutes, to let him fall into a deep sleep, then pulled on her skirt and sweater, grabbed her stockings and shoes, and tiptoed down the hall to her room. The next morning, he didn’t even remember getting home.

She giggled at the memory. "What’s so funny? Leave it to you to find something amusing about being stuck in a blasted elevator."

"No, it’s not the elevator, I was thinking about something else. Something that happened a couple of weeks ago."

"Well, then, dish. It seems we have plenty of time." The elevator lurched and began to move. Fran was relieved when the doors opened to the Rainbow Room. They were led to their table and Max ordered a bottle of champagne.

"Not too much of this for me, Mr. Sheffield. Remember, the last time I got schnockered I ended up in your bed."

"Yes, you did, didn’t you?" He got a faraway look in his eyes as he poured her glass. "When I get "schnockered", I say things that I’d normally keep to myself."

Fran took a sip of her champagne. "Like what?"

"All right, for instance, let’s say I thought you looked beautiful tonight. I might not say it until I had enough to drink."

"You just said it."

"You DO look beautiful. Thank you for joining me."

"Thank you and you’re very welcome. So, just for the record, alcohol is like truth serum for you?"

"Something like that. Truth serum and, well, never mind."

"Come on, tell me!"

How could he tell his nanny that alcohol increased his appetite for sex?

"You’re not gonna tell me, are you?" He felt her toes tickling his ribs. He grabbed her foot and began tickling the arch.

"Two can play that game, Miss Fine."

She let out a giggle as the waiter served their lobsters. That sat and ate, not noticing the waiter bringing a second bottle of champagne, a gift from a fan. By the time they were ready to go, both of them were feeling the effects. They climbed into the limo, and Max raised the privacy glass. He took Fran into his arms and kissed her passionately, then held her tightly until they arrived home. He helped her up the stairs, but when she headed for her room, he pulled her into his.

"Stay with me."

"I can’t"

He pulled her to him and reached around for her zipper. She pulled off his jacket and quickly began working the buttons on his shirt. He unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles. They removed their underwear and climbed into bed, both still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Fran, I’ve wanted this for so long." He pulled her over on top of him. She leaned down and kissed his chest, then laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat.

"Me, too, Max." She yawned softly.

The next morning, Niles entered his employer’s room and opened the curtains. He saw articles of clothing strewn about the room. Pants here, a jacket there…a high heel here…a bra there. He looked over at the bed and smiled. There was Maxwell, sound asleep, with Fran in his arms. He quietly picked up the clothing and laid it over the chairs, then headed down the stairs to prepare them some coffee. He had a feeling after hearing the giggling coming from the stairs and the hallway that they were going to need it.

Fran slowly started to waken. Was that Max’s cologne she smelled? Her head ached; her mouth felt like an army had walked across it. Then she realized there was a warm body lying under her. Oh, God, not again! She opened her eyes slowly, and then shut them quickly. She tried again, and again she saw Max’s face. She tried to pull out of his grasp and make a clean getaway, but he pulled her tightly to him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her. His head was pounding. He looked under the sheets, then back at Fran.

"Don’t ask me, I don’t remember. All I know is I feel like hell, but my ears don’t itch."

"Did they always itch?"

She sighed. "Well, not every SINGLE time. I had to, uh, never mind. I’m sure if we did, I’d be itching."

Max reached into his closet and pulled out a robe. "Here, put this on, grab your clothes and get to your room before Niles sees you."

"Oh, thank you very much, Mista!"

"Miss…Fran, we’ll talk about this downstairs after we’ve cleaned up, all right?"

She started grabbing her clothes. "All right." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I’ll see you downstairs in a few minutes."

"Ok, I’ll be down as soon as I shower." She absently scratched her left earlobe as she walked to her room.

Max stepped into the warm shower and let it run over him, then grabbed his soap and brush and started to sing. "Hey, there, Georgie Girl….."

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