Date: February 1994
Location: Alexander Kaine's indie film studio, Lower Manhattan
Actress: Winona Ryder
Alexander's Status: Mid-production on Little Women under AEG Indie Films
Winona's Status: Fresh from a breakup with Johnny Depp (1993), press hounding her, recent roles floundering, struggling with typecasting and tabloids
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The elevator doors opened with a soft chime that felt much too bright for a place so cloaked in winter gloom.
Winona stepped out into the loft-like hallway of Alexander Kaine's private New York office, her boots leaving wet ghosts on the concrete floor.
She pulled her long black coat tighter around herself—belted at the waist like armor. Beneath it, she wore what she'd privately dubbed her rescue underwear.
The kind you wore when you didn't know what the night might become, but you needed to feel in control.
She was thirty minutes early. She'd been early for everything lately.
Greeting the receptionist, she walked in.
Alexander Kaine's office was warm, sharp, and silent.
She opened the door and was immediately swallowed by the warmth of a room that felt like it belonged in another century.
Dark walnut panels. Books she'd read and books she'd lied about reading. Framed film stills—some classics, some unfamiliar. His desk was clean. Too clean.
A single orchid stood on his desk. Of course.
Alexander Kaine was standing by the window, coatless in a gray turtleneck and a tailored vest. His white hair was pulled back in a tight tie. His green eyes reflected the light like glass over deep water.
He didn't greet her with a handshake.
"Miss Ryder," he said, motioning to the chair across from him. "You're very early."
"I always am these days," she answered, brushing wet hair behind her ear, trying to seem composed. But her fingers trembled slightly. "Though I'll admit I didn't think I'd actually be let in."
"You're not banned from Hollywood," Alexander said dryly. "No matter what the press thinks. Sit."
She hesitated, then sat. Crossed her legs. Let the coat fall slightly to expose the curve of her thigh—calculated but not desperate.
"You didn't tell me what this was about," she replied, careful not to sound too brittle.
"read this."
He slid a manila folder across the desk. Inside: the script. Her name already penciled onto the cover page. Jo March – Winona Ryder.
She'd heard every story about him. The white-haired kingmaker. The future of cinema wrapped in a man's skin.
"It's an offer." He walked to his leather chair and sat across her.
"I come here to seduce anyone," she said with her lips pressed tight.
"You don't have to."
"But I—" Her voice cracked.
Her mouth opened. Closed. "Why me?, People think I'm… I'm difficult. Washed-up. Fragile."
"They think a lot of things," Alexander said. "Most of them are wrong. You're a brilliant actress stuck in a cycle of playing manic dream girls for directors who don't understand who you really are. You've been in mourning for a man who didn't deserve your loyalty. And you need a film that reminds the world—and yourself—that you're capable of greatness."
"i mean no matter how close i am with johnny having launched most of his hits. i have to say what i have to say, he is a hard man to love."
She reached for the script. Her fingers touched the page like it was fragile.
Then she burst into tears.
She covered her face with one hand, clutching the script to her chest with the other.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm just—I didn't think anyone still saw me."
"I do," Alexander said quietly. "And I don't make bad bets."
She stood suddenly, stepped around the desk, and threw her arms around him—her small frame pressing into his chest.
He didn't flinch. But he did hold her for just long enough.
"I won't let you down," she said into his chest.
"You couldn't if you tried."
He tilted her chin up gently, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race.
She could feel the warmth of his breath, could see the slight quiver of his lips as he leaned in, giving her just enough time to anticipate the touch.
When his lips finally met hers, it was soft and tender, a stark contrast to the fierce passion burning in his eyes.
She melted into him, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer.
His arms wrapped around her, one hand splaying across her back, the other cupping her neck, his thumb gently caressing her jawline.
The kiss deepened, their lips moving in sync, exploring each other with a hunger that had been building for what felt like an eternity.
Their breaths mingled, ragged and desperate, as the world around them faded away. It was just the two of them, lost in a moment of pure, unadulterated passion.
He nibbled at her lower lip, coaxing a soft moan from her, his grip on her tightening as if he was afraid she might slip away.
She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the rhythm of her own. Every nerve in her body was alive, every sense heightened.
She could taste him, could smell the faint scent of his cologne, could hear the low growl that rumbled in his throat.
When they finally pulled away, it was only to catch their breath, their foreheads resting against each other, their eyes locked.
A soft smile played on his lips, a mirror of the one she wore. In that moment, there were no words needed.
They both knew that this was just the beginning.
She looked up at him, inches away. "Do we celebrate now? Or do you only do champagne after box office weekends?"
"I don't drink on casting days," he said, voice cool.
She smirked. "Then what do you do?"
His smile was faint but real. "I take the actress somewhere quiet. Hand her a pen. And have her sign the future."
He opened a drawer. Pulled out the contract. She took it. Signed.
Then he offered her his arm.
"Let's go somewhere private," he said, and walked through the other door in his office that was not the entrance.
Alexander took Winona into the dimly lit room.
The soft glow of candles cast a romantic haze over the space, creating an intimate atmosphere that was charged with tension.
Winona turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with a desire as she slowly slipped her long black coat off her shoulders, revealing her sexy underwear beneath. T
he sight of her took Alexander's breath away; she was a vision of seduction, her curves accentuated by the lacy fabric.
With a playful smile, Winona lightly pushed Alexander onto the bed, her hands firm but gentle as she guided him down.
He complied willingly, his eyes never leaving hers as she knelt between his legs. Her fingers deftly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, sliding them down his thighs with a deliberate slowness that heightened his arousal.
As his erection sprang free, Winona's eyes widened with amazement and appreciation. "You're impressive," she murmured, her voice a low purr that sent shivers down his spine.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against the sensitive tip of his cock, sending jolts of pleasure through his body.
Her mouth was warm and wet as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft with expert strokes.
Alexander groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she set a rhythm that was both teasing and intense, driving him wild with desire. The room filled with the sounds of their pleasure, their breaths syncing in a dance as old as time.
Starting with licks and slight vacuum pops of his cock head, she was now deep on his cock.
Her nose rubbing the base.
Suddenly, Alexander lifted Winona effortlessly, positioning her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips.
He guided his cock to her entrance, feeling her wetness against him. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he entered her, their moans mingling as they began to move together.
The sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him was intoxicating, and he could feel her muscles clenching around him, urging him deeper.
"ahh" she moaned as he rocked her on his dick.
He thrust up slow but hard, she followed his motions.
Then, He laid her gently on her back, never breaking their connection, and began to move with a steady, rhythmic pace, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved in unison.
The room was filled with the sound wet slapping of their bodies coming together.
Alexander could feel the pressure building, his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave.
With a final, powerful thrust, he pulled out and climbed up her body, positioning himself so that his cock was level with her face.
He stroked himself a few times, his breathing ragged, before erupting, his hot seed spilling onto her face.
Winona's eyes fluttered closed as she felt the warm liquid, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.
Alexander watched, captivated, as Winona slowly opened her eyes and began to lick the cum from her face, her tongue swirling as she cleaned herself with a sensual, almost cat-like grace. "I hope there's more where that came from," she said, her voice husky with desire.
A smug smile spread across Alexander's face as he responded, "You bet there is."
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