His Daughter [Completed] Book 1/2

Chapter 3

[Georgiana]

I felt nervous all morning and had done everything in my power to not Google his name. I knew I could find a picture of him easily on the company website. I suppose though it might be the safest thing to do so I knew who I was meeting.

Donovan broke my running thoughts.
"Miss Georgiana, I'm ready when you are." Donovan was an ex military special operations . Now in his fifties he was still strong, broad and scary to anyone who didn't know him. But to me he was like an uncle.

"Thanks Padrig. You've met Mr Karlsson before right?"
"Yes Miss." It didn't matter how many times I had told him to call me by my first name over the years. He still couldn't get used to it.
"And what are your thoughts of him?" I could do with some helpful intel.

"Well your father regarded him highly. He has worked hard and not wasted any opportunity that came his way." Was the latter a good thing? Would he see me as just another opportunity?

"I see." Telling I wasn't entirely reassured by his response Donavan continued.
"Your father and he spent allot of time together outside of work. Driving, sailing, golfing. He was like a son to him." The words were out of his mouth but I could tell he regretted saying them when he winced.

"It's ok I knew they were close. I guess I'm just confused as to why Daddy wouldn't have introduced us before he died if he thought we would be so good together." Donavan tapped his watch indicating he didn't want to answer anymore questions and that we would be late.

I quickly checked myself in the mirror. I had tried to put together a casual but smart outfit. Luigi's looked fairly relaxed but I wanted to make a good first impression, why I had no idea. I had chosen some skinny dark blue jeans, my favourite pair of red Louboutin heels, a cream floaty top and my favourite Cashmere Burberry trench coat and brown leather Mulberry handbag. I had curled my hair so it fell in waves down my back and applied soft natural makeup. Thank goodness for concealer, the lack of sleep and constant crying had left me with large dark circles under my eyes.

I grabbed my keys and phone and headed out to the driveway to meet Donavan who was waiting in the family Range Rover. We drove in silence to the restaurant which only added to the knot of nerves that were forming in my stomach. From outside the restaurant looked quiet, Donovan hopped out and opened my door before escorting me to the restaurant entrance. Several of the window tables were taken with couples.

"Third table in Miss Georgiana." I could only see the back of him. Tall, broad shoulders, a good head of dark hair. He certainly wasn't an old man which helped to settle my nerves a little.

Donovan opened the door and followed me in. The maître d' welcomed us and offered to take my coat. I decided to keep it incase I needed to make a quick exit.

"Don't wait for me, I'll text you when I'm ready for you to pick me up." Donovan looked anxious but nodded and left.

My high heels echoed across the tiled floor as the maître d' escorted me to our table. I watched as the man at the table registered the sound and began to turn. He was positively beautiful. Tall dark and handsome with perfect olive skin and a five o'clock shadow. But the thing which sent my stomach in somersaults was his eyes, the most intense blue, they were like nothing I had seen before, so unusual and yet mesmerising. His stare stayed fixed on my eyes before travelling up and down. A flush covered my body. This was bad this was very bad.