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I try not to gasp as we enter. The ice-white marble floors are shiny and glimmer with the reflection of the grandiose crystal chandeliers that hang from the gold and cream tray ceilings. The tall windows are adorned with dark red curtains, and for a few moments, I feel like I’ve stepped into a fairy tale. I take a deep breath, and the smell of gardenias fills my nostrils.
I am in heaven. There are no toys strewn across the ground, dirty clothes, or stacks of dishes. I debate asking Zeus if this can become my new home, but I don’t want him to take the joke the wrong way.
“Let’s get a room.” Zeus doesn’t seem to notice how in awe I am as he approaches the front desk for us to check-in. So, he’s not actually staying here then. It strikes me that he doesn’t want me to see his home, and for a few momentary moments, I wonder if he is a married man. My eyes dart to his ring finger. It’s bare, and there are no tan lines. I think I’m okay. Maybe he’s just ashamed, like me, that his place is messy or small, though I doubt it. The way he’s been dropping hundred-dollar bills indicates that he’s got money. Especially because I’ve noticed he’s wearing a Rolex watch and fine Italian leather shoes.
“Good evening, welcome to The Plaza. Are you checking in this evening, sir?” A woman around my age greets us as we step forward. Her hair is slicked back, and she looks tired, but she has a pleasant smile on her face. I wonder if she’s wondering if I’m a prostitute or not. My face goes red at the thought as I straighten and button up my shirt.
“I’d like your best available suite, preferably with a view of Central Park.” Zeus waits for her as she quickly types into her computer.
“We have the Carnegie suite available.” She beams. “It’s?—”
“I’ll take it.” Zeus takes out a black AmEx. “Give me two nights. We might have a late checkout.” He grins at me, and I blush.
“It’s three thousand, five hundred and ten dollars a night, sir,” she says quickly, and he shrugs as I blanch at the cost.
“That’s fine.”
“The total will be eight thousand fifty-four dollars and ten cents.” She picks up his card, and he nods. I want to tell him that we can go back to my place after all, and he can give me the eight grand, but there’s no way in hell I’d feel brave enough to say that. Though eight grand would go so far.
“One room key or two?”
“One.” He chuckles as if that’s a stupid question.
“Perfect. May I have your driver’s license, please?” she asks politely, and he hands it over to her. “The Carnegie suite has a spectacular partial view of Central Park and comes with a king bed, spacious living room, and a powder room. You will also have access to our white glove butler service.”
“We won’t be needing it, will we?” He squeezes my ass, and I gasp as he leans down to kiss me. “All we need is the bed and maybe the bathtub.”
I press my lips together, and my eyes widen as I think of something.
“What is it?” he asks, frowning at my hesitation.
“Do you have… you know?” I whisper, and he throws his head back and laughs.
“I’m well prepared.” He grins. “I take it you’re not on birth control,” he says loudly, and I see the front desk lady giving us a look.
“Even if I was, I don’t know where you’ve been,” I say quickly. I’m not dumb enough to have unprotected sex with a one-night stand.
“Touché.” He nods, his eyes glowing. “Don’t worry, honey pussy, I’ve got it taken care of.” He says pussy like it’s a foreign word, and I can’t stop myself from blushing.
I stare at him in shock at how loud he’s being and look down as I notice the front desk lady now has her mouth open. I squeeze his hand, and he laughs. He thinks this whole thing is hilarious. If I didn’t find him so irresistibly handsome, I might have told him off for embarrassing me, but at this point, I’m too horny to care. I will never see her again, and after tonight, I’ll never see him either. Let him blow up his credit card bill to have sex with me. Frankly, it’s giving my ego a boost to know he’s willing to spend so much money just to bed me.
I haven’t even gone on a date where the man’s spent more than a hundred dollars to impress me, but that’s not saying much because I’ve dated a bunch of losers in the past.
“Here’s your door key, sir.” The front desk attendant hands Zeus a small envelope. “Do you need to be shown?—”
“I know how to get up there.” He cuts her off. “Thank you.” He turns to me and grabs my face. “Get ready to pretend you’re in Dirty Dancing.”
“Huh?”
“I’ll have you singing.”
“Singing what?”
“‘I’ve Had The Time of My Life.’” He chuckles. “That song is from that movie, right?”
I roll my eyes. “I just hope I’m not telling Lila that I felt like I was in Apocalypse Now.”
“You watch war movies?”
