thought and word. Analyzing your thoughts before airing them can be beneficial. Perhaps if I keep working hard, you’ll make use of the filter between brain and mouth.’
‘Katy, you are welcome to work on me for as long and as hard as you want to. I bow to your feminine insight.’
‘Are you a beast looking to be tamed?’
‘I’m an old lone wolf on the outskirts, hoping the tigress may let me run wild with her.’
‘You are so cheesy at times.’
‘Cheesy I’ll concede, but a realist as well.’
His hands smoothly turned the wheel of the car. Parking at the cabin abruptly ended the conversation.
‘It’s gone half five. Am I pushing my luck asking you to be ready by quarter past seven?’
‘Given suffragettes were hurling themselves under horses to get women to vote, I think I’d be doing them a huge injustice if I were to complain that under two hours to prepare for a charity barbeque wasn’t ample time to prepare.’
As they walked towards the steps to enter the house from below, Oscar went ahead carrying their towels, wraps, sun glasses and various lotions.
‘You could always stay in that bikini.’
Katy simpered at his persistence. Dragging her aching legs up the stairs, she hoped a hot soak would ease away the strenuous activities of the day to give her a boost to survive the evening.
Chapter Twelve
Three evening dresses were laid out on Katy’s king-size bed. She immediately ruled out the gown. Its suitability was restricted to ballroom dancing or royal weddings. The elegant black cocktail dress was not over the top, but was it too formal for the event? Instinct drew her to the pink cotton-candy colored dress courtesy of Donna Karan.
Simple in style; the asymmetrical cut from below the knee to the floor and layers of light, cascading flowing fabrics gave the dress a dimension of sexy summer fun. It’s length, color and cut was princess-like, but it could easily transition to various types of Hampton functions giving Katy the confidence to fit in wherever she was. It certainly wasn’t a standard sun-dress for a barbeque.
No matter how casual Oscar insisted it would be, Katy knew to survive her foray with the wealthy people inhabiting the exclusive Hamptons playground, feeling comfortable in her outfit was a must.
It was one three letter word, but it was all Katy needed to hear to stand upright, shoulders back and confident in her four inch cork wedges.
‘Wow!’
‘It’s not too much?’
‘It’s perfect. You’ve literally taken my breath away.’
‘Wonderful. I can embrace the peace and quiet on the drive there.’
It was a joke, but truthfully, Katy didn’t want to engage in conversation with Oscar. Running through potential scenarios she might find herself in and planning witty banter or informed opinions on topical conversations would be a more productive use of time. If they talk about the rising price of Havana cigars I’m going to be a failure of epic proportions, thought Katy.
Arriving, Katy was forced to snap out of her mood and acknowledge Oscar and the impending party. She noted his forest green Hudson Oxford shorts had been replaced by khaki cotton stretch twill trousers and a short sleeved, navy gingham button up shirt. Her hand traced the laurel wreath emblem on the breast pocket.
‘You don’t know it?’
She shook her head.
‘It’s Fred Perry. He was a famous tennis player. Did our country proud winning many grand slams in the 1930s.’
‘Is it a popular label in the UK?’
Stepping back, to catch her eyes he tilted his head to one side.
‘Do you like it?’
‘I do, very much.’
‘Then that, Katy, is really all that matters.’
‘It should be, but look at the clothes horses here.’
Focusing his attention on Katy, Oscar hadn’t assessed the evening’s participants. A lot of the women were dressed in the year’s recent collections. The affair was as casual as it could get, but the females were out to impress.’
‘It’s
‘Katy, you are welcome to work on me for as long and as hard as you want to. I bow to your feminine insight.’
‘Are you a beast looking to be tamed?’
‘I’m an old lone wolf on the outskirts, hoping the tigress may let me run wild with her.’
‘You are so cheesy at times.’
‘Cheesy I’ll concede, but a realist as well.’
His hands smoothly turned the wheel of the car. Parking at the cabin abruptly ended the conversation.
‘It’s gone half five. Am I pushing my luck asking you to be ready by quarter past seven?’
‘Given suffragettes were hurling themselves under horses to get women to vote, I think I’d be doing them a huge injustice if I were to complain that under two hours to prepare for a charity barbeque wasn’t ample time to prepare.’
As they walked towards the steps to enter the house from below, Oscar went ahead carrying their towels, wraps, sun glasses and various lotions.
‘You could always stay in that bikini.’
Katy simpered at his persistence. Dragging her aching legs up the stairs, she hoped a hot soak would ease away the strenuous activities of the day to give her a boost to survive the evening.
Chapter Twelve
Three evening dresses were laid out on Katy’s king-size bed. She immediately ruled out the gown. Its suitability was restricted to ballroom dancing or royal weddings. The elegant black cocktail dress was not over the top, but was it too formal for the event? Instinct drew her to the pink cotton-candy colored dress courtesy of Donna Karan.
Simple in style; the asymmetrical cut from below the knee to the floor and layers of light, cascading flowing fabrics gave the dress a dimension of sexy summer fun. It’s length, color and cut was princess-like, but it could easily transition to various types of Hampton functions giving Katy the confidence to fit in wherever she was. It certainly wasn’t a standard sun-dress for a barbeque.
No matter how casual Oscar insisted it would be, Katy knew to survive her foray with the wealthy people inhabiting the exclusive Hamptons playground, feeling comfortable in her outfit was a must.
It was one three letter word, but it was all Katy needed to hear to stand upright, shoulders back and confident in her four inch cork wedges.
‘Wow!’
‘It’s not too much?’
‘It’s perfect. You’ve literally taken my breath away.’
‘Wonderful. I can embrace the peace and quiet on the drive there.’
It was a joke, but truthfully, Katy didn’t want to engage in conversation with Oscar. Running through potential scenarios she might find herself in and planning witty banter or informed opinions on topical conversations would be a more productive use of time. If they talk about the rising price of Havana cigars I’m going to be a failure of epic proportions, thought Katy.
Arriving, Katy was forced to snap out of her mood and acknowledge Oscar and the impending party. She noted his forest green Hudson Oxford shorts had been replaced by khaki cotton stretch twill trousers and a short sleeved, navy gingham button up shirt. Her hand traced the laurel wreath emblem on the breast pocket.
‘You don’t know it?’
She shook her head.
‘It’s Fred Perry. He was a famous tennis player. Did our country proud winning many grand slams in the 1930s.’
‘Is it a popular label in the UK?’
Stepping back, to catch her eyes he tilted his head to one side.
‘Do you like it?’
‘I do, very much.’
‘Then that, Katy, is really all that matters.’
‘It should be, but look at the clothes horses here.’
Focusing his attention on Katy, Oscar hadn’t assessed the evening’s participants. A lot of the women were dressed in the year’s recent collections. The affair was as casual as it could get, but the females were out to impress.’
‘It’s
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