Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

Chapter 4

Shedid not find anyone suitable enough to match him with and she had a feeling that he already knew that. She ran a fifty and over matchmaking service and that time had been something she had done as a favor for some people who had asked her to; she had no intention of doing so again. She was going to tell him but she had to dredge up the courage to do so.

It had been a couple of days since he had called her and she had been looking. Simoniel had asked her about it and she had told her she was handling it.

She decided to do it after work hours so she waited until the staff had left for the day including Simoniel who had dinner plans with her husband.

Leonie sat there in her office staring at the number in front of her. She had no special plans and when she didn’t; she usually stayed late in the office and familiarized herself with any new clients and got ready for the next day. It was already Thursday and she was surprised at how quickly the time had flown.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number before she could change her mind.
“Ms. Williams found someone for me already? I am impressed.” He answered her on the first ring.

“I have not found anyone Mr. Masaki and as I told you before we do not carry clients in your age group.” She told him coolly almost feeling satisfied that she was letting him down.

“Ah such a pity,” he did not sound in the least bit regretful. “I am nearby you so I will just swing by and you can tell me your plan B.”

He hung up before she could tell him anything and Leonie sat there fuming. Why on earth was he doing all this? With his looks and money, he certainly did not need help finding someone suitable, did he?

It was not quite ten minutes when she heard the doorbell rang and heard when Marcus the security for the building greeted him and told him where she was. She deliberately did not get up and after a discreet knock on the door he came into the office. He had taken off his jacket and his tie and had unbuttoned the two top buttons of his pale peach shirt. He came forward immediately and without being invited, he sat on the chair facing her.

“Please take a seat,” she said dryly causing a smile to crease his lips.

“Thank you,” he said his eyes glinting in amusement. “Now what can you tell me?”

“If you had not hung up the phone before I finished speaking to you, I would have been able to tell you that I do not have a plan B and I really cannot help you.”

“I am not going to accept that I am afraid,” his voice was deceptively solicitous and Leonie felt her frustration starting to rise.

“What do you want from me Mr. Masaki?” she asked him, her voice rising slightly.

“Isn’t it obvious?” his voice had softened and he leaned closer to her desk. “I want you.”

Leonie had always been able to keep people from seeing what she was thinking and what she was feeling but this was different; it was as if he had told her that there was a bomb inside her office, more specifically underneath her chair. She stared at him, her dark brown eyes wide and uncertain. No one had ever spoken to her like that before, no one had ever dared. Until now.

“I would like you to leave,” she said finally in a strangled voice that she strove to control.

“Why?” he asked her baldly, not budging an inch.

“Why?” Leonie forced her hands to stop trembling. “Because this is my office and I would like you to leave right now.”

“Why are you so afraid?” he had stood up and to her utter consternation he was walking around the side of the desk. He spun the chair around and crouched down in front of her, holding it steady with both hands. Leonie had worn a blush red skirt suit that reached just above her knees and her legs were bare because it had been too hot to wear stockings this morning.

“What are you doing?” her voice had dropped and she wished she could get up without touching him.

“I want to know what makes you tick,” he surprised her by getting up in one fluid movement and pulling her up with him.

Her heart skittered inside her bre*sts. He was too near to her; she thought panicking. She took a deep breath to keep from hyperventilating.

“You are very beautiful and you pretend to be cold but you are not, are you?” his hand had drifted up to feather along her cheek and then grazed her lips.

“Mr. Masaki-“ she began.

“It’s John,” he told her thickly before bending his head and reaching for her lips.

She should have resisted and she did not know why she did not, even days after she was reliving the moment, she did not know why she had not told him no but she could not, she did not want to.

His mouth took hers tentatively at first and when hers opened beneath his he pulled her closer into his arms, deepening the kiss. Her hands curled into fists on his chest and she felt the beating of his heart increased beneath her skin. His tongue met hers in an explosion of feelings and Leonie felt the trembling starting from deep inside her. She sagged against him and he caught and held her, his mouth demanding and seeking, drawing from her what she had never given another man before. He was the one who broke off the kiss and to her utter humiliation he had to hold up her trembling body to stop her from falling into a liquid heap to the floor.

She backed away from him and willed herself to stop the shaking and the melting desire going through her. “I would like you to leave now.” She forced herself to look at him and wished she hadn’t. His shirt was creased where she had held on to him and his eyes were slumberous and quizzical as if he was seeing right through her.

“Are you sure?” he asked her softly.

“Yes dammit!” she practically shouted.

He stood there staring at her, seeing the passion she was trying so hard to hide and the slight trembling of her body indicated how much she was affected by their being together and he realized he had been right. There was fire beneath that supposedly cold layer and he was going to enjoying stripping it away, one layer at a time.

“You are not fooling me Leonie,” he told her softly. “I want you and you want me too but you are afraid of exploring that aspect of it. I am not going to force you but I am not going to leave you alone either. I don’t want to be fixed up with anyone except you, please bear that in mind.” He strode off leaving her staring after him as he closed the door behind him.

*****

John did not leave right away. He sat back on the soft leather of his car and leaned back against the headrest and closed his eyes. She had not been the only one affected by what had happened. He had not expected the rush of passion that had invaded his body. He had found himself hardening to alarming proportion the minute she had opened her mouth underneath his.

He had felt her body and he knew that what he felt for her was more than physical attraction. It had started out that way before and now it had become so much more than that.