"Baby"

As the elevator descends, I can't help but steal glances at Kathryn, my eyes drinking in every detail of her. Her fair, pale skin is flawless, and her long dirty blonde hair, falls in loose waves down her back. though she is thin, she’s also fit, the strap of her thong peaking out of the waistband hugs the curve of her hip

I've worked with many beautiful women in the industry of fashion, film and music, Kathryn’s youthful enthusiasm has cast a spell on me. Her blue eyes lock onto me, her mouth in a wide grin."You ready?" she asks.

The elevator doors open, and for the second time in this meeting, my breath catches in my throat. Parked in the garage is "Baby," the 1969 black Chevy Impala from "Supernatural." The black paint glistens under the fluorescent lights, the long, angular shape and chrome piping making my heart pound in my chest. I can almost hear the rumble of its engine, and I feel my heartbeat quicken.

Kathryn steps out of the elevator and presents the car, arms outstretched, with a small curtsy. "Tadaaaa," she sings, her voice playful and inviting.

I follow her, my shoulder bumping against the door as I cross the threshold, another layer of my professionalism peeling away. "No fucking way, Kathryn," I exclaim, my eyes wide with awe. I run a finger along the hood, the satisfying squeak beneath my touch sending a jolt of excitement through me. "She's even more beautiful in person," I murmur, my voice hoarse with desire.

"How did you pull this off?" I ask, turning to Kathryn, my eyes never leaving the car.

She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I convinced the studio to let me borrow it. It's part of my pitch," she explains, gesturing to the car again. "Tadaaaa," she repeats, her enthusiasm infectious.

"What exactly are you pitching me?" I ask, my curiosity piqued.

She reaches into her pocket and tosses me the keys. "Here," she says, her voice a low purr. "Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts their cakehole," she mimics the show, a playful smirk on her lips.

I catch the keys, the metal cool in my hand, and I'm already my mind thinks of some the ways I can make this moment unforgettable. But I have to remain professional, at least for a little while longer. Kathryn and Iris have clearly gone through a lot of effort to set this up, and I'm determined to get all the facts before I make any decisions.

As I open the door, the hinges creak, and I revel at the noise. The sound is one of age and industry, of strength and adventure. I slide into the driver’s seat, the leather cool and smooth beneath me. Kathryn gets into the passenger side, the doors creaking loudly as the latches engage. I put the keys in the ignition and turn them. The garage is assaulted by the growl of the engine, a sound that vibrates through my body and settles in my grion. I’ve never been a car guy, but everything about this car is making me one. I shift uncomfortable, trying not to let Kathryn see that not only is she having an effect on me… so is the car.

I put the gear in drive and exit the garage, the city streets stretching out before us. I can hear Kathryn giving me directions, but I'm too lost in the experience, feeling the steering wheel, the pedals under my feet. I’m letting the surreal situation wash over me. It's only when the car jumps over speed bumps that I realize she’s led me to an opulent high-rise hotel. I can feel her gaze on me, and my heart starts to race. I think of the thousands of scenarios that could play out with Kathryn in a hotel room, each one more erotic than the other. In the void of my domain, I can satisfy my deepest desires, but this is the real world. There are consequences—I could ruin my career, hurt Emily. I’m in the elevator going up to her suite, Kathryn looking at her reflection in a makeup case, those scenarios playing out in my mind. I need to cull these urges before I make a decision that could destroy everything.

With that thought, I feel the elevator come to a stop, not because we’ve reached her floor, but because I’ve called forward the ethereal doorway to the void. It appears before me, time stopped, awaiting my will. I step through, leaving the real world and its consequences behind, frozen in time awaiting my return. There I can be ready to explore the endless possibilities of my desire… and my donmain.