Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

“How about some wine and a little music?” he suggested as he came back into the room bearing a bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses.

“Wonderful,” she beamed, reaching for one of the glasses and holding it out for him to pour the wine. He went to select the music and she smiled as she realized that he had selected Percy Sledge which they had discovered that they had in common.

“Come and sit beside me,” she said patting the space beside her on the slightly worn sofa. They had made love finally a month ago and she had lain there in his arms with tears on her cheeks. She had never experienced that kind of tender compassionate lovemaking before and she had held him tightly to her.

“I think John is waiting to ask Leonie to marry him,” she murmured settling back against him and smiled as he curved his hand around her waist and rested his chin on her head.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Not to her. He warned me against saying anything about marriage and grandchildren in front of her.” She said with a sigh as she sipped the ice cold liquid in appreciation. “They make such a lovely couple and I can see how much they love each other.”

“They have to make their own path Asami and you do not need to interfere.” He warned her gently.

“I am trying not to but I can see how much it is weighing on him,” she said with a sigh.

“They will get there,” he said sensibly. “In the meantime, I would like to ask you something important.”

She eased away from him and looked at him expectantly, her eyes bright with anticipation.

“How much do you like the name Masaki?” he asked her casually.

“Lucas Whittingham are you in your own sneaking way asking me to marry you?” her eyes twinkled with laughter and happiness.

“I guess I am,” he told her sheepishly reaching to take the glass from her hand and putting his glass beside it. He took her tiny hands into his own large ones roughened by the time he had spent digging into the soil. “Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“I would love nothing better,” she told him tearfully, going into his arms readily as he reached for her.

 *****

“You must have really missed me,” he said teasingly as he stood behind her inside the kitchen and watched her stir the meat sauce on the stove top. She had made spaghetti and meatballs and had a bottle of wine chilling on the dining room table. He had not too long ago arrived, his driver had dropped him off. He had taken off his jacket and loosened his tie. She had run into his arms and he had held her to him tightly inhaling the scent of cooking and her special perfume. He had been impatient to get to her and had cursed the traffic on the road in his mind. “You don’t cook.”

“I don’t usually cook but yes, I admit it, I have missed you.” She turned around and looped her arms around his neck while he pulled her away from the stove. She was wearing a thin black blouse that exposed her midriff and black tights that indicated that she had no underwear on. She had stopped wearing them when she realized how many he had ruined in his haste to get her naked. “I found it quite difficult to sleep without you.” She admitted.

“I felt the same way too,” his heartbeat had quickened at her words and he felt his body tighten as her bre*sts brushed against his chest. “I almost killed myself getting here. I have a feeling that my driver thinks I have gone insane.” He said with a smile.

“Okay enough of this now,” she told him firmly easing out of his arms and returning to her place by the stove. “Whenever you start doing that dinners get ruined and we end up in the bedroom or on the floor. This time we are eating dinner, it took me a while to come up with the menu so go and take a shower and then let’s eat.”

“Yes ma’am,” he kissed her cheek softly and then headed for the bathroom.

They sat down to dinner as soon as he returned with his hair still damp and dressed in a gray T-shirt and sweat pants and his feet bare. He placed a neatly wrapped package on the table in front of them as soon as she started dishing out the meal.

She looked at it for a moment afraid to touch it.
“It’s not going to bite Lee,” he told her dryly.

“I know that,” she exclaimed picking up the package and opening the wrapper carefully. Her eyes widened as she saw what was inside! It was a Piaget Polo watch with a broad face and a big band and she knew without even asking that it had been horribly expensive.

She knew he was watching and waiting for her reaction and for that reason she schooled her expression into one of admiration. “It’s beautiful,” she told him quietly. “I love it.” She slid it onto her left wrist and adjusted the clasp and watched as it shone against her skin.

“You are dying to ask me how much it costs aren’t you?” he asked her in amusement.

“I am not!” she retorted taking her seat. “Now tell me about your trip, I am sure you knocked them dead.”

 *****

He helped her do the dishes and she teased him about it being the first time for him to do menial jobs. “See what you have reduced me to,” he said mildly throwing the damp towel in her direction.

“It’s good for you. It helps to build character,” she told him tongue in cheek. This felt good, both of them being together like this and she loved it.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with my character, thank you very much.” He had put the dish he had been drying in the dish drainer and come over to stand behind her holding her around the waist.

All through dinner he had watched her laugh at some of the stories he had told her about his trip. Her relaxed stance and her body language told him how much she enjoyed having him around. He had watched her dark eyes light up when she smiled, the way her lips parted to reveal her perfect white teeth and the way tendrils of her hair clung to her chiseled cheeks. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wanted her to be his for a lifetime; he loved her so much that he ached physically not to be around her. How much time was he supposed to give her? He wondered.