Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

Chapter 7

He did not call her for a week. They had eaten at the restaurant and he had told her a little about what his business entailed and had asked her a little bit about hers. He had taken her home at some minutes to ten and had not even kissed her goodbye.

He had been polite and distant and she had told herself that she did not care but in truth she did care and she found herself missing him terribly.

“I am really excited about this Ms. Williams,” the plump middle aged woman told her with a big smile. She was raven haired liberally streaked with gray; her light blue eyes twinkling. They were in her office and she was looking at the woman’s profile. She had joined up with the service and had admitted seeing the interview on television. She had been divorced for the past three years and her children had both gone off to other states and she admitted that she hated living alone.

“I am not promising anything right now Mrs. Somerville,” Leonie told her cautiously wanting to tell the woman that finding love was a myth and something that women should stay clear of.

“Oh my dear please call me Angie,” she said with a smile.

“In that case, why don’t you call me Leonie,” she replied with a smile as she put down the woman’s file. “May I ask you something?”

“Go right ahead. I promise to do my best to answer as honestly as possible.” She beamed.

“What makes you want to try a second time after the first marriage failed?” Leonie asked her seriously.

The woman looked at her for a moment as if considering the best answer to give to her. “I was married for thirty years to the first man I ever slept with. The s*x was mediocre but I thought it was good enough for me. I settled because I told myself that with my looks I was lucky to get a man who wanted to be with me let alone marry me and provide a home for me. He was short, nerdy and very unassuming and I thought he was the best thing that could ever happened to me.” She paused and stared off into space. “I knew it when he made love to me; I felt as if I wanted to do some knitting or considering what I should buy to clean the mold from out of the refrigerator but I married him anyway because he asked. I thought even at that young age that I should do so before I ended up finding myself alone and man less. I settled and I have no intention of doing so again so this time I either get it right or not at all.”

It was a similar story to what she had heard over and over again from women who had retained her services. They had settled because they had thought they could not do better.

“I will make sure that you do not have to settle this time.” She told Angie with a gentle smile.
“Thank you for understanding.” The woman told her with a smile.

 *****

“You are not eating,” Asami observed as she watched her son dabbled in his chow mien with little or no interest. She had noticed that he seemed troubled for the past week and had been wondering if it had anything to do with a woman but that could not be because no relationship had mean that much to him for him to be so affected by it. It was Friday night and he had come home from the office and had decided to have dinner with her because Lucas had gone to visit his son for a couple of days.

“I am the one who should be so down with Lucas being gone.” She said lightly looking at him for some indication of finding a clue why he looked like he did.

“How is he?” he asked her mildly, his expression unreadable as he pushed away his barely eaten meal.

She knew him well enough to know that he was trying to steer the conversation away from himself.

“He is doing fine and missing me but let’s stick with what is wrong with you and who is she?”

He looked at her with a slight smile on his lips. “What makes you think it has something to do with a woman?”

“It always does,” Asami said with a little tinge of excitement. “She must be quite something if it has affected you this way. Anyone I know?”

“I am not ready to share yet mother,” he told her reaching for his wine glass and emptying the liquid in one gulp pretending not to notice her grimace at his lack of finesse. “It’s too new.”

“So why are you here with your old mother and not with her?” she asked him.

“First of all you are not old and secondly I am giving her some space to sort things out in her mind.” He told her with a self deprecating smile. “I will see you in the morning. I have to go into the office for a few hours.” He pushed back his chair and came around to give her a peck on the cheek. “Sleep well and don’t stay up and talk to Lucas all night.” He said with a teasing smile before he left.

“I won’t,” her eyes followed his departure thoughtfully. It would appear that her son was in love.

 *****

He went into his home office but could not concentrate on the documents there. Ever since he had left her at her apartment that night. He had found that he was torturing himself with what she had said to him at the restaurant. It was just s*x! Even though he knew better, it still managed to tear him up inside. She was trying to shut him out and to make what they have into something of little or no significance.

He had reached for the phone to call her several times and he had resisted, he had to let her make the first move or else she was forever going to have the upper hand.

He wanted her badly but he was prepared to wait it out even though the wait was killing him.

 *****

She called him. It was Saturday and she was at home. She had tried to submerge herself in house work but there was not much for her to do at home and she could not concentrate anyway so she called him. She thought about it long and hard first; telling herself that she was going to look weak if she did but she wanted to feel his body on hers and she could not ignore it anymore. She just had to let him know that it was just physical between them and hopefully it would be fine.

The phone rang out for three rings before he answered. “Hello?” his tone was cool and aloof and had her wondering if she had made a huge mistake in calling but the damaged had already been done.

“Hello John, how are you?” she kept her tone equally cool. Two could play the same game, she thought grimly.

“I am well.” He answered briefly and did not say anything else and Leonie realized that he was waiting on her to carry the conversation.

Okay fine! She thought fuming. She was an independent woman and she needed s*x and this was the twenty-first century not some stone age. There was nothing wrong with asking for what she wanted! Correction; what she needed!

“Could you come over?” she had tried to sound sophisticated but had failed miserably.

“Why?”