The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series (17 page)

“Thank you, Henry.”
Alexander headed into the suite.

Henry smiled at Dana, who
was visibly wowed, as he stepped into the elevator.

Dana’s eyes returned to the
gorgeous, enormous suite. It took up the entire top floor of the building.
Single-pane glass walls looked directly out onto Central Park and the surrounding
skyline. Dana put her handbag down and walked around, admiring the gorgeous
rooms and their attention to every detail. Dana wondered why, with a suite like
this, she would ever want to leave the hotel.

“This is amazing,” she
gasped repeatedly as she discovered each new corner of the palace in the sky.
In one corner, a grand piano was tucked into a windowed nook, in another, a
modern sculpture stood against a backdrop of bookcases brimming with coffee
table art and photography books. The bed resided in a room the size of Dana’s
entire apartment, complete with a sitting area and a small breakfast table.

“I normally don’t stay in
this suite when I come to New York,” Alexander said, walking up behind her,
“but I figured that because you’re here – and it’s only for a night
– that I’d splurge on it.” He wrapped his arms around Dana’s soft waist
and gently squeezed her.

“Thank you, Alexander. This
is beyond anything in my wildest dreams.”

“My brunch is in a few
hours and I’m still really tired,” he said. “I’m going back to sleep.”

“That sounds like a great
idea,” Dana replied. “I’ll join you.”

Dana and Alexander disrobed
and climbed into the plush, enormous bed. The unbelievable mattress felt like a
cloud. Within minutes, they were both out cold.

***

They both awoke at the buzz
of Alexander’s alarm three hours later. Alexander buried his face in his hands.

“I hate redeye flights,” he
exclaimed. With a sigh, he lifted himself out of bed and headed toward the
bathroom.

Dana rubbed her eyes and
sat up in bed. She picked up the menu that was sitting on the nightstand and
looked it over while Alexander dressed and prepared. A few minutes later, he
came back into the room.

“Do whatever you like while
I’m gone. The food is fantastic, the spa is great. Don’t be afraid to send for
the butler. He will draw you a fantastic bath if you ask – trust me, I’ve
done it.” Alexander reached into his travel bag and pulled out a stack of
bills, which he counted and placed on Dana’s nightstand.

“If you decide to go
shopping,” he said, smirking. He softly kissed her head and walked over to a
wall of mirrors.

All Dana could do was smile
as Alexander fastened his tie and headed to the elevator. It felt like a dream
- too much of a fantasy - to be experiencing such incredible luxury.

 
Dana decided to order breakfast for
herself. She called up Henry, a bit nervous.

Dana put on a t-shirt and
sweatpants before he arrived. Dana heard the elevator doors open and greeted
him as he walked inside.

“Good morning, ma’am. What
can I do for you?”

“I’d like some breakfast,
please,” Dana uttered.

“Certainly. We can make
anything for you – or would you like something off the menu?” He walked
over to the nightstand and grabbed the menu Dana had been glancing over.

“Oh, wow. Anything?” She
thought for a moment, remembering her favorite childhood breakfast. “Eggs
benedict?”

“Certainly,” Henry replied.

“Can I also have a bowl of
fruit, coffee, and mimosas?”

“Sounds fantastic. Anything
else before I put in your order?”

Dana hesitated for a
moment. “Yes. After breakfast, will you draw a bath?”

“Certainly.” The two stood
in silence for a moment before Henry continued. “Will that be all?”

“Yes, that will be all.
Thank you.”

Henry smiled and returned
to the elevator.

Dana walked into the
library and browsed the bookshelf. She pulled out a book of Helmut Newton’s
portraits and browsed it for a while, then brought it over to the breakfast
table when she heard the elevator door ring.

In walked Henry and a
waiter with a cart loaded with trays, pitchers, and tableware. Dana watched in
awe as the waiter meticulously set the table in front of her, not leaving one
thing for her to do except lift her fork and eat.

“Would you like a
newspaper?” he asked.

“Yes, thank you,” Dana
replied. The waiter set a New York Times on the side of the table.

“Enjoy,” he said, and
walked out.

Henry approached her with
his courteous smile.

“I will begin to draw your
bath now.”

Dana smiled and thanked
him, then dug into her perfect eggs benedict. Her eyes rolled back in her head
when she tasted how delicious it was. Dana appreciated the slowness and leisure
of her breakfast. She savored every sip and bite as she looked out over the
city, glanced at portraits, and read the ‘Style’ section of the New York Times,
noticing how much more sophisticated – but less colorful - the New York
looks were than what she had been seeing in the Los Angeles publications.

Henry returned to inform
her that her bath was ready, by which time she was full.

“Shall I have the table
cleared?”

“Yes,” Dana said
sheepishly. “Thank you very much.”

She walked back to the
bathroom. Every surface was the same beautiful green-tinted marble, unlike any
Dana had ever seen before. The crystal sinks were illuminated from underneath.
The shower had water jets on every side and height. Even the toilet was
luxurious, with an entire panel of buttons, whose functions Dana couldn’t
decipher, mounted on the wall next to it.

And then there was the
bathtub. It looked as deep as a swimming pool and was filled to the brim with
steaming hot water. A cloud-like layer of bubbles stretched across the surface,
dotted with a dozen fresh lilies. Henry had lit several large candles around
the tub’s perimeter. A fresh bar of soap and various toiletry bottles sat on
the tub’s edge. Hanging on the wall next to the tub was a plush bathrobe.
Several towels hung over a towel warming rack. The smell escaping from the
steam was heavenly, strong and herbal.

Dana climbed in and enjoyed
a long, luxurious soak in the tub, taking in another angle of the skyline from
her seat.

***

Dana noticed how silky her
skin felt as she changed into a sophisticated black cotton turtleneck dress and
simple black leather heels. The weather outside reminded her of a cloudy day in
Chico, her hometown. Every day there was a ‘light sweater’ day, and New York in
early November seemed to be about the same.

She walked into the study,
where Henry was sitting and reading a magazine.

“Henry?”

He looked up and smiled.

“What are the best places
to shop around here?”

“Are you looking for a
department store?”

“Yes, that sounds fine.”

“There are three very
nearby,” he replied. “Bloomingdales is on 59
^th
and Lexington.
Bergdorf Goodman is near 58
^th
and 5
^th
, and Barneys is on
61
^st
and Madison.”

“Wow – so many good
choices. How can I pick just one?” They both laughed. Dana felt ridiculous. She
wondered if she was coming off as a fake. Nonetheless, she prepared her purse.
She picked up the stack of cash that Alexander had left her and counted it,
gasping slightly when she had finished.

Five thousand dollars. Holy cow.
Dana made her way out of the hotel
and onto the busy city street.

She spent the afternoon
hopping between Bloomingdale’s - where she bought a white Salvatore Ferragamo
purse, a pair of white Louboutin heels, a white organza dress, and a blue silk
scarf – and Bergdorf Goodman, where she got a haircut and style and a
pair of Prada sunglasses. In between, she gawked at the skyscrapers and
architecture of the buildings along the park. By the time she decided that it
was time to go back to the hotel and recoup, she only had a thousand dollars
left.

When she walked back into
the hotel, the bellhop offered to carry her haul back up to the suite. Once
they had shot back up to the top floor, Dana called Henry for lunch and tea,
then relaxed on the couch and shut her eyes.

I had no idea that New York was this exhausting,
she thought.

Half asleep, Dana changed
her mind and opted to head down to the spa instead. She got an hour-long
massage (
I had no idea I was so tense,
she
realized) and a mud facial, then relaxed in the sauna before re-dressing,
having her makeup done, and heading back up to the suite.

When the elevator doors
opened, Alexander was tinkering at the piano. Dana approached him.

“I didn’t know you played
the piano,” she said.

Alexander looked up. “I
don’t, really. Where were you? I tried calling.” He didn’t seem too upset.

“I was at the spa.”

“How do you feel?” he
asked.

“Better. I didn’t realize
how exhausting this city was.”

“That’s why I live in LA,”
he chuckled. “Do you want to go down to the bar and get a drink?”

“Sure,” Dana said. “That’s
the only way I’m going to be able to handle going out again.” She laughed.

“You don’t have to go
anywhere if you don’t want to. But you do have to spend some time with me
tonight.”

“Not a problem,” Dana replied.
“Let’s go.”

They arrived at the bar and
sat at a table in the corner. After they had ordered drinks, they began
chatting about nothing in particular.

“I used to dream about
moving to New York,” Dana said. “It seems like the more appropriate place to live
if you’re in my line of work –”

“Mine too,” Alexander
interrupted. They both chuckled.

“But I don’t think I could
ever leave California. I haven’t traveled a lot in my life, so I had no idea
that New York was like…
this.
”

“The other neighborhoods
are a little quieter and nicer,” Alexander responded. “But the truth is that
there isn’t anything here that you can’t get in LA. Plus you have the beautiful
weather, the beautiful mountains, the beautiful beaches…” Alexander raised his
glass. “Here’s to returning to sunny SoCal tomorrow.”

Dana smiled. A couple of
drinks later, Alexander got a look in his eye.

“What do you say we go back
upstairs?” he asked.

Dana knew that she didn’t
really have a say in the matter. She nodded, grabbed her purse, and together
they headed up to the hotel suite.

As they made their way up,
Alexander pressed himself against Dana until she was pushed into the corner of
the elevator. He nibbled on her ear and whispered.

“Suck me,” he said. “Make
me cum. I want it quick.”

Dana sighed, feeling
herself grow excited.

“Alright,” she said.

“
Yes, Mr. Price
,” Alexander corrected.

“Yes, Mr. Price,” Dana
growled.

The elevator opened into
their suite. Alexander took Dana into the library and pushed her down onto the
ground, positioning himself in front of the piano bench.

Dana gently massaged
Alexander’s hardening length through his pants. She eagerly unzipped his fly
and let loose his hard-on. While he stood at attention, Dana softly kissed his
tip. Alexander gasped slightly with every kiss. Unable to wait any longer, Dana
took Alexander’s entire cock into her mouth and slid it in and out. Every time
Alexander’s crown reached her tongue, she swirled it around the top in a
circular motion, which made Alexander howl out in pleasure.

“Jesus, Dana,” he said.
“You’re going to make me come in ten seconds if you keep sucking me so damn
well.”

Dana took Alexander’s cock
out of her mouth and looked up at him with a devilish grin.

“You said you wanted it
quick,” she said, and lowered head onto his rock-hard member once more. She
made sure to put in double the effort this time.

It wasn’t long before
Alexander’s howls and grunts grew louder. As he approached his climax,
Alexander grabbed Dana’s head with both hands and pushed it harder into his
pelvis. He thrust his hips into her mouth as Dana felt him shoot his load. His
cum tasted sweet and she decided not to spit it out.

Alexander gave Dana’s cheek
a soft tap with his hand.

“Good girl,” he rasped. As
he looked down at Dana’s hair, he finally took notice of her new haircut.

“Your hair,” he said,
running his fingers through each lock. “It’s lovely.”

“Thank you.” Dana smiled
and rearranged herself. “Phew!” she said, exasperated. “Now that you’re
satisfied, I’m ready for bed.”

“Excellent,” Alexander
replied. “So am I.”