@starkslawyer
It wasn't often that Anders Industry had galas in the city of Boston but tonight Anthony Anders was celebrating his only daughter finally getting her dream of attending Harvard with a path for pre med. There were so many reporters and other people waiting to get a good look at the girl no one had seen rumored to either in an elite boarding school in Europe or he hid her on their family Ranch in Oklahoma.
Kara hated being in any city but Boston always rubbed her the wrong way. One, everyone talked with such a strange accent and two you just never saw the stars. She'd come to look at Harvard a few times before finally deciding she would take their offer and that's what got her in this dress she was sure had been painted on. SHe loved Valentino, though, so she'd suffer for one night.
Kara missed her best friend in moments just like these. Wyatt always made sure that she wanted to talk to people although, back home it wasn't quite like this. There was something absolutely terrifying about having men and women come through on a red carpet and take pictures. Whenever she had to deal with her father's fame, the more she was happy that he'd kept her out on the ranch in Oklahoma. Sure you could go into Tulsa on a Friday night, go dancing, drink a few pretty drinks and then most found someone to go home with. This though, this was another level of gratudius money spending. She hated it and just really didn't understand.
As she hit her mark on the carpet, there was a moment of silence before everyone started asking question and snapping pictures. She should have brought escort but she's getting to the age that if they see her with anyone, they'll have pictures taken too and she'd never want to really do that to anyone.
It was one right after another, then another question and all she wanted to do was get away from the press area that stood right next to the largest bar and now she understood why. The more anxious she became from the reports, the more her hands ran over the thick expensive satin. In mind she thought asking about her dress was a better use of time than asking who she was fucking. God, maybe she should have told Wyatt and fucked him. Then she could tell them about her sexy cowboy who was the real thing.
For the first time ever, she started to feel sick almost and just down right terrible. Sucking in a deep breath her head felt light and it shouldn't. Kara's breakfast was nothing like at home but she also wasn't going to spend hours out with the cattle either. She was pressing her smile when suddenly the attention of the cameras shifted just slightly to a man now standing next to her. She looked up and she was quite postive had stepped right off the cover of GQ and was standing next to her. She couldn't look away and then he smiled down at her and she thought she was going to melt. It didn't take her long to realize that his arm was behind her, flat ofhis warm hand rested on her naked back. Getting herself back together she finally heard the questions were going off rapid fire.
The last one that was answered before they walked away, caught her off guard but would keep them looking for information and away from asking her more questions. Once they were at the bar he ordered a drink and she grabbed the edge and let out a huge sigh. "God that was fuckin' horrible. What the holy hell did my fuckin' have anythang to do with me gettin' an acceptance letter to Harvard." She waved the bartender over. "Can you get me two fingers of Johnny Blue Label neat please." He nodded and moved towards their top shelf area. She ran her hands down her newest piece of true vintage Americana and then look up at the man.
"So Mister GQ, himself livin' and breathin', did you just ellude that the two of us are see'n where this thang is takin' us but we don't wanna put label on thangs? I'm pretty sure that's what you were sayin' but I have ta' say, it worked." She took the whiskey from bar, still watching him watch her and she chuckled before shooting the whiskey down in one drink, then asked the bartend for a single of the same with water plus a touch of sweet and sour before her eyes went back to him. "You GQ, tomorrow when they say I'm secretly dating Mr. Hotstuff . Well I assume they'll know your name. " She leaned in close her breath dancing over the delicate skin of his ear. "Thank name that's just right there on the tip of my tongue."
Kara let her tongue lick over her crimson lips at the mention of it pulling back from him. "Since I'm dating you now, do I at least get to know the secret of Mr. GQ's real identity or are you like James Bond love'em and leave'em with just a memory of your code name.. GQ."