Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

*****

Leonie did not go straight home. She did not want to be alone in her apartment in this frame of mind. She was confused and had no idea what was going on with her body; it had betrayed her. She did not know what to think or how to interpret what she had experienced in the office. She had not fought him off like she had done before, so long ago, as a matter of fact she had wanted what he had been offering and she was confused by it.

She parked the car and handed the key to the smiling and pleasant valet and went inside the private bar of the hotel. She and the woman who ran the bar were friends of a sort ever since she had set her up with a local restaurateur two years ago. They had gotten married last year and were always telling her they owed her their love.

She waved to the well preserved blonde behind the bar and the woman waved her over. Leonie went by the bar reluctantly because she had wanted to be alone. “Hi Marcie,” she greeted her as the woman immediately started mixing her special fruit cocktail.

“Hi yourself. What are you doing around here?” Marcie slid a cold drink to a regular and returned to her.

“I am just leaving the office and I did not want to go straight home.” She told the friendly attractive woman with a smile sipping the cold drink appreciatively.

“I told you to get yourself a man to go home to just like you have done for me and so many other grateful others.” The woman said shaking her head.

“I am not ready for that yet,” Leonie told her as she had done countless times.

“Nonsense girl!” Marcie served two more orders of gin and tonic and then sat on the stool facing her. “I was married for ten years before that cheating bas*ard ran out on me and took all I had saved up to run this place and what did I do?” she did not wait for Leonie to answer. “I got right up and dust my ass off and went out and joined up with your services and look where I am now! My Barry is the sweetest man ever and he is such a romantic. What would have happened if I had stayed on the ground?”

“You would not have found your Barry,” Leonie said with a grin, her mood lightening somewhat. Marcie had always been able to lift her spirits and when she was feeling overwhelmed she always came here to let off steam.

“Exactly sugar and I need you to find what I have found.” She looked at the girl closely, admiring her cool and classical beauty but feeling sorry for the loneliness that settled around her like a cloak. “I never had children with that cheating no good man and I thank the good Lord for that so you are the closest I have ever come to having a daughter and believe me when I tell you that being alone is not something you want to do for long. Get yourself someone and have babies before you find yourself living at home with several cats and a fish for comfort.”

“I am sure that’s not going to happen to me.” Leonie could not help the laughter as she visualized herself living with six cats at least and a gold fish. “I don’t much like cats and I often forget to feed myself much more a gold fish.”

“Well maybe a dog then,” Marcie said with an answering grin. “Someone’s out there who is worthy of you girl, you mark my words.”

*****

Lucas passed her the trowel as he examined the rose petals closely. Asami peered over his shoulder to see if she could pinpoint what he was looking for. “Do you have any idea what you are looking for?” he turned his head and asked her in amusement. They had been going out for the past three weeks now and they had spent quite a few hours in the greenhouse pottering around in the soil and she had learned quite a few things from him.

“Absolutely none,” Asami said with a genial smile, dusting some dirt off her faded denims. She had finally been over to his large charming rambling house and he had cooked her dinner two times in a row. She had felt the urge to start playing housewife the second time she was there. She was starting to feel something more than attraction for him and she found that she could talk to him about anything.

“They are looking wilted.” Asami commented. She had instructed the gardener to concentrate on the rest of the grounds preferring to be alone with Lucas in the greenhouse.

“The summer heat is brutal even though inside is relatively cool.” Lucas commented. They had gone outside for a little bit but had come back inside the shade of the greenhouse to get out of the heat.

“How about some ice cold lemonade?” she asked him reaching for the bell to summon someone from inside the house.

“How about we go get the lemonade ourselves and sit by the pool?” he suggested gently. He had told her several times that he was not used to being waited on hand and foot by another person and he was too old now to start changing.

“Good plan,” Asami said with a smile as he led the way. She must give Leonie another call and tell her thanks. She was having the time of her life.

*****

“Were you able to find a match for Mr. Masaki?” Simoniel asked her one afternoon while they were sorting through some files. It had been a week since he had kissed her in her office and she had not heard from him since. She had told herself that she was glad but she had to keep convincing herself that it was so.

“Why?” she asked looking up at her friend.

“Because his file is still here and I have not seen a corresponding match for him.”

“That’s because there is no one to match him with and I told him that.” Leonie strove to make her voice sound casual.

“And he took no for an answer?” Simoniel looked so skeptical. “He sounded like he was not about to let up until we found someone for him.”

“I convinced him otherwise.” Leonie told her, wishing she would get off the subject.

“His file is very impressive.” She continued looking through the folder. “I know how rich he is and all that but he is actually a genius and very private. There is no mention of him anywhere with a woman and he keeps a very low profile. I read somewhere that he took over from his father and turned the company into the tremendous success it is today. Why is a handsome rich and successful man like that securing our services?” She looked up from the documents she had been perusing to look at her friend as if seeking the answers there.

“Beats me,” Leonie said with a shrug, wondering what she would say if she told her what he had told her and what he had subsequently done to her. “Now can we get back to what we were doing?”

Simoniel put aside the file her expression thoughtful.

*****

“I am not going out with you,” she told him firmly. He had finally called her as she was on her way out.

“I am thinking of dinner in a nice restaurant maybe in the Caribbean,” he said to her.

“Mr. Masaki-“