The Virgin and the Billionaires: The Complete Series (15 page)

The hands of the wall clock
in her office were fast approaching six o’clock. Dana was having trouble
focusing on the last of her work. She’d made an effort throughout the week to
be completely caught up on her tasks so that she wouldn’t have to pawn them off
to the interns or worry about them in New York. Dana realized that she would
worry even more if she
did
give the
work to Amy and Emily. It was a no-win situation, so it was better to do it
herself.

Dana’s desk phone rang. On
the other end, the front desk receptionist informed her that a car was waiting
for her outside. Dana jumped from her seat, waved goodbye to the interns, and
ran to the trunk of her car to grab her bags. She came around to the front of
the building, where a large town car sat idling.

The driver greeted her and
took her bags. She slid into the car through the open door and they made their
way toward LAX.

The rush hour traffic kept
them waiting, but the driver informed her that their flight wasn’t leaving
until 9:30. They finally made it to LAX around 45 minutes later.

The driver took Dana past
all of the regular passenger terminals. She grew confused.

“Where are we going?” She
asked.

“Your flight is departing
from the private terminal, ma’am,” the driver shouted from his seat.

Dana’s eyes widened.
I can’t believe my first time on a plane is
going to be a private jet!
She thought.

The car pulled up to the
front of a small, modern building. The driver helped Dana out of the car. A
bellhop came out to load Dana’s bags onto a cart. Inside the plain-looking
entryway, Dana and her bags were ushered through a stripped-down security
checkpoint that consisted only of a metal detector and a woman on the other end
who asked her a few questions about her name and destination.

This isn’t as bad as everyone says it is,
she thought.

The bellhop followed Dana
through the heavy double doors on the other end of the checkpoint. He pushed
the cart through and Dana followed.

The doors opened into a
gorgeously appointed marble lobby. An attractive woman about Dana’s age smiled
from the other side of a tall mahogany counter, flanked on either end by large
ceramic vases of artfully arranged tropical flowers.

“Welcome to the LAX
chartered and private flight terminal. You must be Ms. Jacobs?” The woman
smiled as she inquired.

“Yes, that’s me,” Dana
replied meekly as she continued to take in her surroundings.

“Mr. Price is waiting for
you in the lounge. George would be happy to take you to him.”

Dana smiled at the sleekly
dressed concierge standing in the side doorway. She followed him into a large,
open room with an enormous skylight that showed the pink moon overhead. The
concierge weaved through a maze of chairs and tables before arriving at
Alexander’s corner.

Alexander sat in a plush
leather lounge chair, sipping a martini and reading the Financial Times. His
sharp, chiseled features were highlighted by the gentle glow of the lamp next
to him. He looked picturesque, but Dana resisted her impulse to take a picture
out of nervousness. Alexander smiled when he noticed Dana and the concierge
standing in front of him.

“Dana,” he smiled, not
getting up. He gestured for her to sit in the identical chair next to him.

“Would you like anything to
eat or drink?” the concierge asked. “We have a full bar and a small snack menu.
We’d also be happy to bring you food from outside, if you’d prefer. Anything
you’d like.”

“Wow” –” Dana thought
for a moment. “A mojito to drink and a look at the menu, please.”

The concierge left to fetch
a menu. Alexander took the opportunity to shoot Dana a coy glance. Dana’s face
reddened as the concierge quickly returned.

Dana noticed that the menu
had no prices affixed. A glance at the top of the menu showed ‘Complimentary’
written in an elegant cursive font, and Dana blinked in disbelief when she saw
what was on the menu. Among the complimentary items were steak tartare,
‘Cheeses of the World’, truffle bruschetta, and a caviar platter. Dana ordered
a prawn and pico de gallo salad and the concierge walked calmly away to put in
her order. She pulled her tablet out of her purse and began to read Women’s
Wear Daily.

“Dana,” Alexander
interrupted.

Dana smiled and looked up
from her tablet.
Those eyes,
she
thought.

“If anybody asks, you are
my assistant.”

“Okay. Don’t worry; I
understand.” Dana really did understand. Whereas only a few months ago she
would have taken such an order personally, she had been exposed to enough of
the working world to know that it would be unprofessional for anybody to openly
take a paramour – much less anybody who isn’t a spouse - on a business
trip.

“Wonderful.” Alexander
changed the subject. “I bought you a present.”

“Really?” Dana’s face lit
up.
   

“Let’s wait until we’re on
the plane.”

Dana nodded. “I’ll try not
to bug you about it, but that’s not going to be easy.”

A server approached their
table with Dana’s mojito and salad. She took a few bites, marveling at how
tasty it was.

“I had no idea how hungry I
was. That car ride wiped me out,” she said.

“They can do that
sometimes. Don’t drink too much on the ground. It’s way more fun on the plane.”

“What do you mean?” Dana
paused before continuing, embarrassed. “I’ve never been on a plane before.”
Let alone a private jet,
she thought to
herself.
God, I really don’t want to come
off as a know-nothing country bumpkin in front of him.

“The higher altitude
basically means that you get drunk a lot faster.” Alexander laughed. Dana was
relieved that he didn’t seem fazed by her lack of ‘worldliness’. He seemed
pretty intent on keeping his cool in the lounge, however, and didn’t react to
her with any particular warmth or coldness.

“I apologize if I’m not
being the best company. I had a stressful day at the office.”

“I’m sorry,” Dana replied.
She hoped that it only had to do with business and not William in any way. “Let
me know if I can help you unwind somehow,” she cooed flirtily.

Alexander’s brow rose.
Although he tried to conceal it and look back at his paper, Dana could tell by
the light in his eyes that she had excited him.

George the concierge
returned to their seating area.

“Your plane is ready for
you,” he said. “If you would follow me out to the car, they’ll drive you over.”

“My bags!” Dana exclaimed,
not remembering where they had gone.

“They’re already loaded
onto the plane, Ms. Jacobs.”

She sighed in relief.
Alexander chuckled.

“Right this way,” the
concierge beckoned.

Dana and Alexander followed
George out the back door of the building, where another black Town Car awaited
them. Alexander motioned for Dana to sit first and followed her in. He
‘accidentally’ brushed his hand against the softness of her hips as he climbed
in the car.

A short ride across the
tarmac and past the enormous commercial airliners took Dana and Alexander to
the steps of an unmarked jet that was tiny by comparison.

Alexander looked at Dana
and grinned. “Meet Guadalupe, my Gulfstream V.”

“You
own
this?” Dana gasped.

“All mine,” Alexander
replied.

Dana was shocked. Alexander
noticed.

“It’s worth it to me. I
travel all the time.”

The plane’s pilots and
steward were lined up by the stairs to greet them as they exited the car. Dana
shook each of their extended hands as she and Alexander climbed up the steps
and entered the plane.

What a sight it was. The
interior of the plane had eight enormous leather seats, most nestled on either
side of a gorgeous wood grain table. Each table had a vase with flowers. In the
back was a leather sofa. The walls of the plane were finished in the same wood
grain as the tables, and each seat was next to an enormous window.

Dana and Alexander decided
to situate themselves on the couch seat. Mounted into the rear wall was a small
television playing CNBC. Alexander noticed Dana marveling at it.

“You can watch whatever you
want. The remote’s on the other end of the couch. My steward’s name is Gerard.
He is a little talkative but very kind. If you press any of the gold buttons by
the seats, he’ll come to you.”

“This is pretty amazing,”
was all Dana could say in response. “How long is the flight?”

“We’ll be in New York in
about six hours. We’ll get there just in time for early breakfast. Sleep on the
plane if you can. I’ll have Gerard pull the sofa out in an hour or so.”

After the crew had shut the
door, the plane made its way to the runway. Just like the freeway, there was a
lot of air traffic that kept them from taking off. Dana enjoyed the view of the
city out the window as they inched forward in line.

Suddenly, Dana heard the
jet’s droning hum grow louder. The plane quickly shot forward. This startled
Dana, who let out a soft shriek and clung to the arm of the sofa. Alexander
placed a firm hand on her leg to reassure her. It helped Dana calm down.

“Ay! Why is it tilting?!”
she exclaimed as the nose of the plane lifted off the ground.

“Don’t worry; everything is
fine. Look out the window.”

Dana turned around and
watched the ground fall further away from her window. The lights of the city
and along the coast were beautiful. Despite the darkness, she could still see
the waves of the Pacific Ocean crashing against the sand and cliffs as cars
zoomed along the Pacific Coast Highway.

“This is amazing,” she said
breathlessly. She felt her body relax.

A few minutes later,
Alexander called Gerard into the cabin and took his hand off Dana’s lap. Gerard
arrived with a smile.

“A bottle of champagne,
please.”

“Right away,” he replied.

Alexander smiled and
returned his hand to Dana’s lap, reveling in the softness of her legs.

“You’ll like drinking in
the sky.”

“I like everything about
this,” she replied. William and work were far from her mind at that moment. “I
feel so adventurous.”

The curtain that separated
the jet’s cabin from the crew’s galley began to rustle as Gerard returned with
an uncorked bottle of champagne in a frosty bucket. Alexander again removed his
hand from Dana’s thigh.

Gerard poured each of them
a glass with raspberries at the bottom.

“Anything else?”

“That will be all. Thank
you, Gerard.” Alexander smiled as Gerard made his way back to the galley.
“Alright, then. To a fun trip and many ‘firsts’ for you.” Alexander raised his
glass.

Dana’s cheeks reddened and
she clinked her glass with Alexander’s.

After a glass and a half,
Dana noticed herself feeling quite loose and bubbly.

“You were right about
this,” she said. “I definitely feel this champagne pretty strongly.”

“Me too, but I’m pretty
used to it.” He smiled and scooted closer to Dana, pressing his leg against
hers and putting his arm around her big shoulders.

“You’re so soft and
squeezable,” he remarked. “So nice to cozy up to.” Alexander buried his face in
Dana’s ample bosom, nuzzling her décolletage. Dana laughed.

“You’re tickling me! Stop!”
Her laughter grew to fits. “Stop!”

“I can’t help it; it’s
right here. I can’t ignore it!” His words were muffled by Dana’s soft breasts.

“Aren’t the crew going to
hear us?” she asked.

Alexander looked up.
“They’ll leave us alone. It’s loud enough in here that our conversations don’t
carry into the galley. Relax,” he said, stretching the last word out. He began
to kiss Dana’s neck. “Even if they did hear, they’re contractually bound by a
confidentiality agreement. In other words, we’re fine. But you
did
offer to help me let off some steam,
no?” He asked.

Dana smirked. “I believe I
did. What’s in it for me?” she asked, flirtatiously.

“I’ll make it worth your
while; trust me.” Alexander slid his hand up Dana’s little black dress,
squeezing the bare skin of her thigh as he grazed past her panties and felt up
her torso. Dana felt her muscles relax even more. She sipped the last of her
champagne and put the glass down, pulling Alexander’s face toward her and
kissing every spot she could reach: his forehead, then his temples, then his
eyelids, then his cheeks, then his chin – teasing him until she finally
found her way to his full lips.

 
Alexander’s hand continued to make its
way up Dana’s dress, pulling the fabric with her and exposing her panties. He
gently squeezed her breasts, lightly circling his fingers around her nipples
through the sheer fabric of her bra. Dana was just beginning to sigh in
pleasure when Alexander took his hand out from her dress and sat up. Dana
looked at him, confused.