Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

“It’s going splendidly!” Asami said enthusiastically. She accepted the bottle of water from Simoniel with thanks.

“I will be meeting with the new client in the other room Lee,” Simoniel told her heading for the door.

“I will be there when I am finished.”

“Am I keeping you from something?” Asami asked in concern.

“Nothing that Simoniel cannot handle.” She said with a smile. “I want to hear all about you and Lucas. I called him and he has been very evasive.”

“You know men,” Asami said with a shake of her elegant head. This time her long curtain of dark hair was caught up on top of her head with a black and white jeweled comb and she was wearing a red pants suit with black shoes. In spite of the heat, she looked as if she had just stepped from a fashion magazine. “Can’t get anything out of them if you are drawing your last breath! We are having fun, going places together and talking up a storm; we are getting to know each other and that’s what is important.

“I got married pretty young and my husband was chosen for me and I had no say in the matter. It was a Japanese tradition and being an obedient daughter of traditional Japanese parents I adhered to the tradition. I was not in love with him but we cared about each other and we loved our son; he was a bond that joined us together in an otherwise lukewarm marriage. I find myself behaving like a giddy teenager around Lucas and I cannot believe that at my age I am experiencing love between a man and a woman for the first time.”

Leonie listened fascinated and she felt the feeling of triumph course through her that she had been a part of all that. “I am happy for you.” She said softly.

“Thank you dear.” She beamed. “Now it’s your turn.” She told the girl suddenly.
“Pardon me?”

“It’s your turn to find love.” Asami explained. “You are an exceptionally beautiful woman and every time I see you I admire you even more. Is there someone special in your life?”

Leonie thought about blurting out to her that her son had been calling her and driving her crazy with his words and the one time he had touched her, kissed her in this very office it had been embedded inside her brain and on her body that she had not been able to forget.

“No,” she said shaking her head. “Not yet.”

“Make it sooner than later.” Asami instructed her. “Now I am going to leave and let you get on with the business of finding that special someone for people like me.” She said with a bright smile as she stood up to leave. “I will be seeing you soon my dear.” With a wave she was gone, leaving her particular expensive and subtle scent lingering inside the office.

 Leonie sat there staring at the closed door long after she was gone. He had not called her back and it had been two nights ago. She kept expecting to see him pop up at the office and every time her cell phone rang she expected it to be him but he had not called and she found herself longing to hear his voice. What the hell was wrong with her?

She was the one who wanted him to leave her alone. So why was she so hung up on hearing from him? She sighed and reached for the files she had been working on and was just about to open one when her phone rang. For one crazy moment she thought it was him and had to stifle her disappointment when she noticed that it was her mother calling from Italy. She glanced at the clock on her desk and realized that it was almost four o’clock here so it was almost ten o’clock in Italy.

“Mom, everything okay?” she asked quickly.

“Of course honey, why would you think that something is wrong?” Leonora asked her gaily.

“Because you are calling me so late.”

“We just came in from the theater and I am just about to turn in when I thought of you. How are you doing?”

“I am doing okay honey, just feeling a little bit homesick and missing my only child that’s all.” Leonora told her soberly.

“I miss you too mom,” Leonie admitted. “May I ask you a question?”

“Of course honey! Anything.” She said promptly.

“Did he ever contact you?”

They both knew who she was referring to without calling any names.

“Once. A few years ago just after I met Lorenzo, saying that he was sorry and that I should let you know that it was never you but he had gone for so long now that he did not know how to face either of us.”

“What did you tell him?” Leonie asked wishing her mother had told her about it.

“I told him that I had moved on and I did not want him calling me again and I also gave him your number to call you but he said he was too ashamed.” Her mother told her. “Why are you asking honey? Did he contact you?”

“No,” she responded slowly. “Why didn’t you tell me mom?”

“Because I did not want to upset you even more than you already are.” Her mother paused. “We have been getting along so well since that argument we had some time ago and I did not want to blow it.”

“I am no longer upset mom,” she said honestly. “I just want to stop being so angry at him and move on with my life.”