Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

 *****

Leonie was buzzing! She had spent the time after he had left carefully dressing in a green wraparound wool dress that just showed a hint of cleavage, a long gold necklace, tiny gold knobs and multiple bracelets. She put on knee length black boots and did her make-up carefully.

She stared at herself in the mirror and realized that her eyes were shining and her full lips were still swollen from the kisses he had rained on her over and over again.

“You look different.” Simoniel looked at her up and down, her eyes quizzical. “What happened to you since you left here yesterday?”

“John came home,” she beamed hanging up her coat on the nail inside her office.

“Oh I see. What a transformation.” Simoniel had followed her inside and perched on the side of the desk. It was a little after eight thirty and they had a client coming in shortly but she was curious to hear the details. “And the way you are dressed! I am almost sure it’s not for me or Julia’s benefit is it?”

“Of course not!” Leonie retorted playfully, sitting back and leaning her head against the headrest. “I went home and saw him there Sim and I thought I would have died of pleasure. I never realized how much I missed him until that moment.”

“You do realize that you are finally admitting to being in love with this man aren’t you?” Simoniel asked her mildly.

“I guess I am,” Leonie said truthfully.

“Oh good! I thought I was the only one who saw it.” Her friend said with a smile. “Do I hear wedding bells in the very near future? Maybe a Christmas wedding?”

“What?” Leonie looked at her frowning. “I am not getting married Sim, that is entirely out of the question.”

“You finally find someone who makes you feel the way you do and you have admitted that you are in love with him and you are not going to marry him?” her friend looked at her incredulously. “What world are you living in?”

“The world that knows that marriages fail and I have no intention of being a statistic.” She said firmly, reaching for the files in front of her and indicating that the conversation was at an end.

“And it does not matter what he wants?”

She looked up at her friend and realized that she had been staying away from that particular subject. She had just discovered herself that she had fallen in love with John and in spite of trying to fight the feeling, it had blossomed inside her but now to have to deal with the possibility of him asking her to marry him? It was not something that she was prepared to deal with.

“He wants what I want and I am sure he will be satisfied with that.” She said firmly, ignoring the voice that was telling her otherwise.

“Be careful you do not lose him with the stubbornness you are portraying Lee,” her friend said quietly. “I have never seen you look so happy, and you know it as well.”

 *****

“I told my mother about us,” he told her lazily. He had picked her up from work and taken her to his place where he had cooked her Yakisoba, a Japanese style fried noodles with a mixture of pork and seafood, telling her that it was one of two Japanese dishes he was able to prepare.

They had eaten and showered together and were in bed while he trailed his fingers down her flat stomach. She was lying cross way on his bare stomach with her head turned towards him.

“You did?” she asked casually, refusing to feel scared about the fact that he had told his mother about her. “What did you tell her?”

“Just that we are seeing each other,” he had seen the look of fear that she had tried to hide and knew she was probably wondering if he was going to mention marriage. “Do you mind?”

She shook her head. “She will have to know eventually. I mean this is a veritable mansion but sooner or later she is going to know that I hang out here sometimes.”

“Good, I am glad that’s over.” His fingers feathered along her nip*les and he felt them hardened immediately. He had only to touch her for her to start responding and he felt triumphant. No matter how much she tried to hide that she was responsive to him, her body had a habit of betraying her. It was only a matter of time before she realized that they belonged together in a permanent way and he was hoping that he had the patience to wait until then.

“You make me happy,” she made the observation casually and looked up at him.
It took all his effort not to blurt out how he felt about her at that instant but his heartbeat quickened instantly.

“I am glad,” he strove to make his voice sound calm and succeeded to a point. He was slowly getting there.