The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series (4 page)

Alexander grabbed her head firmly and looked her in the eyes,
startling her. “You come when I tell you to,” he scowled.

Dana nodded her head, cock still in mouth. She took her hand
out of her panties, slightly frightened.

After releasing several drops of salty pre-cum into Dana’s
mouth, Alexander was getting very close to shooting his load. “Oh, let me come
in your mouth,” he barely got out with a moan.

Dana obeyed, preparing herself for Alexander’s spunk. Before
she could register what was happening, Alexander shot a warm, creamy load onto
the back of her throat. She took as much of it as she could and swallowed,
noting its stickiness as it slid down.

“Now lick the rest off.”

Dana licked Alexander’s ejaculate off every part of his
softening erection. She smiled, surprised at how delicious it was.

“Stand up.”

Dana stood up slowly, exposing her wet panties to Alexander.

“Bend over the table.”

Dana’s eyes widened. Was he serious?

“Do it,” he growled.

Dana bent over the boardroom table, exposing her huge ass,
touching thighs, and swollen pussy to Alexander. He lifted her skirt up over
her cheeks and admired the view for a minute before lifting his arm up and
lowering it with an incredible amount of speed and force. Dana screamed as his hand
hit her ass, causing it to jiggle and bounce.

“Turn around.”

Dana turned and Alexander pushed her back onto the table.
She was lying with her panty-covered pussy exposed. Alexander pulled her
panties over her thighs and exposed her engorged, glistening vulva. Her mound
was covered in a soft tuft of light brown hair. Alexander fingered her pussy,
rubbing his large hands in between her lips and over her swollen clit, which
sent a surge of pleasure up Dana’s body. He stuck a finger up her pussy, pulled
it out, and tasted her sex.

“Delicious.” He smiled and brought his face in between her
legs. Dana was heaving with anticipation. He kneeled on the floor and buried
his nose in her fleshy lips, taking in her smell. Alexander extended his tongue
and rubbed it up and down Dana’s soaking wet pussy, getting her sex all over
his face.

Dana moaned. She could not believe how incredible it felt,
his tongue swirling over her clit in circles, then flicking it up and down, and
then slowly sliding in and out of her hole. Alexander continued to pleasure her
for several minutes, each stroke of his tongue sending a new wave of bliss
through her body and bringing her one tiny step closer to orgasm.

Alexander had already begun to get hard again and was so
turned on that he was almost ready to fuck. He prepared Dana for penetration by
thrusting his two thick fingers in and out of her, continuing to flick his
tongue around her nub and stroking himself with his other hand. The combination
felt amazing to Dana and she began to buck her hips to the rhythm of
Alexander’s thrusting. He suddenly stood up and leaned over Dana, beginning to
rub the tip of his hardness against her soaking wet slit.

Dana noticed the sudden change and lifted her head up.
What is he touching me with?

What she saw was Alexander slowly gyrating his pelvis as he
rubbed his tip around her opening.

Dana snapped back into reality. This was moving too fast.

She panicked, sitting up and crawling away from Alexander.
The look of confusion on his face made Dana panic even more.

“I’m sorry. It’s just too much. I can’t do this right now.”

Alexander scowled. “Go home then.” He wiped Dana’s juices
off face with the handkerchief in his jacket pocket.

Dana looked at him, then down at the floor as she rearranged
her clothes and walked out, ashamed and embarrassed. During the elevator ride
back to the garage, she realized that she had left her panties upstairs. There
was no way she was going back to get them now.

Why did I freak out?
She couldn’t pinpoint a reason. It was just an involuntary reaction, and a very
embarrassing one at that. If she wasn’t sure after their first meeting, now she
was confident that she would never see Alexander again.

***

Dana’s first fashion spread was finally out. The new issue
had been in circulation for a few days and the response had already been quite
positive. Graciela had pulled Dana aside earlier in the week to tell her how
pleased she was with Dana’s work. This bode well for Dana’s future at the
magazine.

 
Dana had some
down time at her desk and was catching up on correspondence when a blocked
number called her phone once again. Dana’s stomach jumped into her throat and
her palms began to sweat. Should she pick it up or leave it? She couldn’t stand
the humiliation of what had happened with Alexander earlier that week, but the
fact that he was calling her was a good sign, right?

Dana cleared her throat, took a deep breath, and answered
her phone on the last ring. “Hello?” she said, her heart pounding.

“Hello, Dana?”

Her stomach sank. The speaker’s slightly higher voice
immediately let Dana know it wasn’t Alexander. “Yes, this is she.”

“Dana, this is William Levy from Price-Levy Investments. I
trust you’ve been well?”

“Yes.” Dana replied, not knowing if it was really true. “And
you?”

“I’ve been doing quite well, thank you. We’ve seen a big
jump in phone calls and emails since your article came out.”

Dana smiled. “Really? That’s wonderful!”
The best news I’ve heard all week.

“Yes, and as a token of our appreciation, we’d like to
invite you to dinner on Friday. It’s on us.”

Dana paused. She didn’t want to see Alexander, but she
didn’t want to be rude to Mr. Levy. Snubbing him would be bad for her
professional image. “I would be honored,” Dana responded, even though she was
not quite sure if she would actually go.

“Great. Be sure to wear a nice outfit. I’m not skimping on
this dinner.”

Dana chuckled. “I’ll do that. Thank you very much. I’ll see
you on Friday.”

“Alright, goodbye.”

Dana hung up her phone.
Oh
my God,
she thought.
What am I going
to do?
Trying her best to put the dinner at the back of her mind, Dana
returned to her work.

***

Dana rehearsed her phone call to Mr. Levy for a day and a
half.

Hello, Mr. Levy. Thank
you so much for inviting me out on Friday, but I just don’t think I’m going to
be able to come. My workload is too heavy, I’m going to have to stay late, and
my boss refuses to budge. I really appreciate the offer, and I’m so glad that
your spread has done so well. Perhaps we can make it up some other time.

At two o’clock on Friday, Dana was sitting at her desk,
gathering her nerves to make the phone call and tell Mr. Levy exactly what she
had been rehearsing in her mind. The thought of being stuck at a table with
Alexander after her humiliating experience earlier in the week was too much.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.

On the other hand, she had a professional reputation to
cultivate. Shirking this dinner was a surefire way to fall into Graciela’s bad
graces (if she was to ever hear about it). The risk of flaking out seemed
overwhelming. Maybe she should just suck it up and go for her job’s sake. Mr.
Levy, at least, was a fantastic business relationship to maintain.

Dana picked up her cell phone and put it down several times.
I’m going to call him. I have to call
him. I can’t be humiliated like that.
She picked up the phone, determined
this time to call the Price-Levy office and get a hold of Mr. Levy. At the very
moment she scrolled to their entry in her phone book, Dana received a text
message from a blocked number. She took a deep breath before looking at it.

Hi Dana: Regrettably, Alexander
won’t be able to join us tonight. He is stuck at the office dealing with a
difficult client. I have sent for a limo to pick you up tonight at 7pm. What is
your address? -William

Dana could feel the iron weights fall from her shoulders.
She responded to Mr. Levy with her home address, confident that she could now
she could enjoy her night.

***

It was a good thing Dana liked nice dresses. It seemed like
her best wardrobe items had seen way more wear in LA than they ever did in
college, where sweats and t-shirts were the uniform of choice. Dana laughed
when she thought about how that look would fly in Beverly Hills.

The bright red silk cocktail dress Dana kept at the back of
her closet seemed like the perfect outfit for a fancy Beverly Hills dinner.
Dana slipped it on after she’d emerged from the shower, powdered and perfumed
to what she hoped was some level of acceptability. A little bright red lipstick
finished the look.
Maybe I can get some
approving stares in this outfit.

She heard a horn honk outside and knew that it was time to
go. She put on a pair of strappy red heels, grabbed the small clutch she’d
switched to for the evening, and walked out to meet the limousine. Dana felt
ridiculous having an expensive limo come meet her in her bland Burbank
neighborhood, particularly in front of her even blander apartment building.

Even more ridiculous was the sight of Mr. Levy standing
outside the door of the stretch limousine. She thought for sure that she would
be traveling alone to the restaurant and meeting Mr. Levy there. Nevertheless,
she and Mr. Levy exchanged a smile as Dana walked toward the car.

“Dana.” Mr. Levy said, extending his hand and planting a
soft kiss on her cheek.

Dana twitched in surprise. “Hello, Mr. Levy” was all she
could say.

“Please, call me ‘William.’” William opened the door and
held Dana’s hand as she climbed inside. As Dana was adjusting her dress in her
seat, William followed inside and sat down next to her. The limo drove off.

“I’m so glad that you could make it tonight,” William said
as he reached for a bottle of champagne, already uncorked. Dana found a wine
glass in the armrest to her left and allowed William to pour her a few sips.
“It’s really important that I express my gratitude to you for the new business
you’ve brought us.”

“Clearly, I’m never one to turn down a good dinner.” The
possible self-deprecating interpretation of her remark didn’t register with
Dana until it was clear William was struggling to find an appropriate response.

Dana blushed. “I didn’t mean it that way, but I suppose it’s
true anyway.” She paused. “Whatever. I am who I am!”

William smiled. “Well, you’ll really enjoy this place then.
I always enjoy dinners with people who actually eat. There are way too many
people in this city – men and women – who don’t.”

Dana chuckled. “I don’t think that will ever be me.”

“Nor should it be,” William replied. “You’re beautiful just
as you are.”

Dana’s face reddened again, but she didn’t really know if
William was being sincere. She’d come to discover that the old stereotype she
had heard about LA – of insincere, self-interested people laying it on
thick to enter others’ good graces -
 
was at least partly true, particularly in her working world. However, she
wanted to give William the benefit of the doubt.

The limo stopped in front of an elegant and colorfully lit
building. They had arrived at the Poisson d’Or, a trendy new restaurant that
had just been featured in the same issue of SoCal Style as the Price-Levy
spread. William exited the limo and extended his hand to Dana as she stepped
outside. They entered the restaurant together. William held the door at every
opportunity.

William spoke briefly to the hostess, who immediately began
walking them back to their table. William led the way.

The restaurant was long, narrow, and full of the sounds of
happy chattering. As they walked further back, it became clear that they were
to be seated toward the back of the room. Walking by dozens of tables on the
way, Dana suddenly noticed a familiar face sitting at a table to her right.

William didn’t tell me
that she
was coming! But why is she
sitting at a table for two? We can’t very well join her at such a small table.
And who is that person sitting across from her?

It was Jessica. She was wearing a shimmering, slinky silver
dress – not exactly attire for a business dinner. Her body language
toward the person sitting across from her was pretty aggressively flirtatious.
She kept making bedroom eyes and touching his arms, laughing and giggling at
everything he said. Dana thought about leaving her alone – clearly, she
would be interrupting - but she was sure that Jessica had just been invited to
the dinner without her knowledge.

Jessica caught a glimpse of Dana as she approached the
table. She made an expression indicating she was surprised – but happy -
to see her there. She waved at Dana, motioning for her to come over. Dana
stopped and looked around her, seeing that William had gone further off ahead.
She made her way over to Jessica’s table to say hello.

Jessica, who had clearly had a couple of drinks, stood up
and embraced Dana heartily. She could see William approaching the table out of
the corner of her eye.
 
As Jessica
sat back down, Dana looked to her right to introduce herself to Jessica’s
mysterious dinner companion. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that
that wouldn’t be necessary.

Alexander Price was Jessica’s dinner companion.

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Part 2:
Facing Alexander

Dana could not believe that
she had run into Alexander at Poisson d’Or. William had told her that he wasn’t
going to come, and he didn’t even mention that Jessica was going to be there.