“Was she special to you?”
“Yes. I wouldn’t be here right now if she hadn’t moved to this country when she was my age.”
“Where did she come from?”
“She was from Argentina. She came to America with nothing and worked hard every day raising other people’s children. Eventually, she married my grandfather and started my family’s life here.”
“What an inspiring story. I wish I had someone that interesting in my life.”
“You probably do. You just don’t know about them.”
“You’re probably right.” Dana took a deep breath and exhaled, relaxing into Alexander’s firm, smooth chest.
Alexander imitated her.
“Let’s get as much sleep as we can,” he said. “I have to go to brunch at 11.”
***
Dana awoke with a start as the plane’s wheels touched the ground. She sat up and looked out the window of the plane to see the sun caught behind a cluster of high-rises and skyscrapers.
That must be New York, she thought.
She had never seen anything quite like it in her life. She thought that LA’s skyline was vast and that San Francisco seemed huge and bustling, but she quickly realized that both cities were tiny in comparison to this. New York seemed enormous and overwhelming, and she hadn’t even left the plane yet.
Dana checked the time on her phone. It was 6AM, but her body told her otherwise. She felt like she had been awoken in the middle of the night. She looked over at Alexander, who had risen and was looking out the window himself.
“That view never fails to amaze me,” he said when Dana looked over at him.
“Yes, it’s incredible.”
The plane drove across the runway to a tarmac that was again separated from the main terminals. It wheeled up to a spot in a row with several other private planes. Dana looked out the window to see an enormous jet, painted black and gold, with ‘TRUMP’ conspicuously written in crimson across the front.
“Is that –?” She turned to Alexander.
“Yes, that’s Donald Trump’s plane. He pays to park it here.”
“Incredible,” Dana replied.
The plane’s engines shut off and the cabin lights came on. Gerard emerged from the galley to tell them that the stairs were being prepared and that they would be let off in a few minutes. Dana and Alexander gathered their things and headed toward the front of the plane.
When the plane door opened, Gerard motioned for them to exit. Dana and Alexander thanked him and made their way out onto the noisy tarmac, where a black SUV and driver waited for them. He opened the door for them and they slid into the backseat. Dana was relieved to be on the ground and away from the noise of the jet engines that carried over from the main terminal.
After the driver had ensured that their luggage made it into the trunk, he climbed into his seat.
“We’re going to the Four Seasons in Midtown,” Alexander said.
“You got it,” the driver replied with a tough ‘New York’ accent. Dana chuckled, having never heard a real New Yorker speak outside of movies and TV. Alexander shot her a disapproving look. She stopped.
Dana watched the rapidly changing scenes out the window as the driver wove slowly through the city streets. They passed through quaint neighborhoods of densely packed houses (“in Queens”, as Alexander had pointed out) before crossing over a large bridge into Manhattan.
“This is Harlem,” Alexander said. The car was driving down a busy thoroughfare. It seemed like it took several minutes just to travel one block.
“Crosstown traffic at rush hour. It’s a nightmare, but nothing I’m not used to at home.”
The car made a left turn at Park Avenue and began to move a little faster. The buildings became grander and fancier with each block. Dana was amazed at how many people were out walking. The crowds and energy were too much for her brain to process. She felt exhausted just watching them.
“We’re on the Upper East Side now,” Alexander said. “Home of the wealthiest zip code in the country.”
“Wow,” Dana replied. She didn’t know what else to say.
When they reached 57th street, the car turned right and stopped in front of a set of doors that Dana couldn’t immediately tell led to a hotel. They were greeted by a doorman and a bellhop, who took their bags and led them into the impossibly grand lobby. It was warm and sleek, and remarkably quiet compared to the noise and bustle of the sidewalk. As Alexander checked in, Dana sat back in one of the plush lobby chairs and closed her eyes. She was interrupted by the bellhop, who tapped her on the shoulder.
“I’ll take you to your suite now.” He flashed an eagerly friendly smile.
Dana stood up and followed drowsily. She was in awe of the hotel’s interior, but appeared otherwise.
In the elevator, the bellhop used a key to access floor ‘PH’.
“I’m sorry – we just came off of a red eye flight and are pretty exhausted,” Dana said.
The bellhop smiled.
“That’s alright. You just focus on relaxing and getting rested. There’s a butler who can answer any questions you may have later.”
A butler? Dana thought.
The elevator quickly reached the penthouse. The doors opened directly into the suite. Dana’s eyes immediately widened, even more so when the aforementioned butler approached them.
“Good morning, Mr. Price.” The butler extended his hand. “My name is Henry and I’ll be your day butler during your stay.”
“Pleased to meet you, Henry,” Alexander replied politely. “You’re dismissed for now. We are going straight to sleep.”
“I figured that would be the case,” Henry replied, smiling. “The room is prepared for just that. You may call me up whenever you need me. There is a direct intercom right by your bed.”
“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 59th and Lexington. Bergdorf Goodman is near 58th and 5th, and Barneys is on 61st 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 th
at 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.”
The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series Page 12
