My dads boss wants me 2

Luke’s POV

I couldn’t get her out of my head!

Diana Carter.

Even after I changed into a fresh shirt, her wide hazel eyes and the way her full lips parted in shock kept replaying in my mind. She didn’t fawned over me as most women did. No fake smiles, no calculated flirting. Just raw sincere panic apologetically and those clumsy little dabs with the napkin. Confident enough to try fixing her mistake, stubborn and accountable enough not to run away.

It had been years since anyone made my blood run hot like that.

As everyone took their seats in the long dining hall, I scanned the table. Michael Carter sat near the middle, looking proud but slightly out of place in his modest suit. And right beside him… was her.

I didn’t think twice. “Move,” I told one of the executives quietly. The man scrambled to switch seats without question as I took the chair directly next to Diana, catching the faint scent of her perfume from just where I sat, something soft and feminine that made my cock twitch under the table.

She glanced at me surprised and her cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. “Mr. Hudson”

“Luke,” I corrected, my voice low. “We’re not in the office.”

Michael’s eyes widened across from us. He looked nervous now, fingers tight around his wine glass. Good, He should be. I had never sat with employees like this, nor had I shown up in their families. But tonight, rules didn’t seem to matter to me.

Dinner started. Conversations flowed around us, but I barely heard them. My focus stayed on the woman beside me. She cut into her steak with careful movements, clearly uncomfortable in this world of crystal and wealth, yet she held her chin high.

“So, Diana” I said, turning toward her “Your father told me you just graduated. What are your plans?”

She looked up, meeting my gaze without flinching. That stubborn spark was back. “I want to start my own fashion brand, nothing huge at first, just pieces that make women feel powerful and beautiful. I’ve been designing and sewing since I was a teenager.”

There was passion in her voice, real passion. Not the empty ambition I heard from socialites who just wanted my money. I leaned in slightly, my thigh brushing hers under the table. She didn’t pull away.

“Ambitious,” I murmured. “I like that, most people at your age are still looking for handouts.”

“I don’t need handouts,” she replied, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I just need a chance to prove myself.”

Fuck. That fire in her eyes went straight to my groin. I wanted to pull her onto my lap right there and see how much more fire she had.

We talked easily after that. She asked about my company, not sucking up but genuine questions about how I built it from the ground up. I found myself answering more than I usually did with anyone that cared to ask, telling her about late nights and risky deals. Her laugh was soft and real when I shared a rare dry joke. Everyone at the table kept stealing glances, and whispers started. The cold Luke Hudson smiling? Talking casually with a young woman?

Michael cleared his throat. “Diana, maybe you should check on your mother later. She might be waiting for your call.” I almost smirked. He was trying to pull her away, smart man. But I wasn’t done.

“I’m sure her mother can wait a little longer,” I said smoothly, my eyes never leaving Diana’s face. “She’s an excellent company.” Diana bit her lip, fighting a smile. The small gesture made me imagine those lips wrapped around me. I shifted in my seat, my body growing uncomfortably hard.

As dessert arrived, the conversation around us grew louder, but the space between Diana and me felt charged with electric. I could feel the heat coming off her skin, she was affected too. I saw it in the way her breathing changed when my fingers accidentally brushed hers, reaching for a glass.

Michael looked more and more tense, his eyes darting between us. He knew my reputation. Knew I always took what I wanted. And right now, I wanted his daughter with a hunger that surprised even me.

When the dinner was finally over, people started leaving. I stood and offered Diana my hand. She took it. Her palm was soft and warm against mine. “Walk with me for a moment,” I said. It wasn’t a request.

We stepped out onto the terrace overlooking the gardens. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the fire in my veins. She looked stunning under the moonlight, her dress clinging to her hips, that innocent yet tempting body driving me crazy.

“You’re different,” I told her quietly. “I don’t meet many people who speak their mind so freely.”

Diana shrugged, but her eyes were bright. “I guess I’m not good at pretending.”

I stepped closer, close enough to see the pulse fluttering in her neck. “Good. I hate pretending.”

For a second, we just stood there, the tension thick enough to cut. I wanted to kiss her and taste her. Push her against the stone railing and show her exactly how much I needed her. But not yet.

Instead, I reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingers linger on her cheek. She shivered. “Diana,” I said, my voice rough with want. “Would you be willing to meet me again? Just the two of us.”

Her lips parted in surprise. Those beautiful eyes searched into mine, a mix of nerves and undeniable curiosity. I waited for her response, every muscle in my body tight, already planning how I would make her mine.