Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

“It does not matter what I believe Mr. Masaki, it just matters what the people involved believe and our record speaks for itself.” She told him with a bite to her tone.

“Properly said my dear. Now John, please be quiet while this lovely young woman tries to fix me up with someone I can bear to be with for more than a day.” His mother told him.

*****

Leonie walked with her to the door as soon as she had finished the interview and had filled out the form. “I will be in touch with you in a day or two.” She told her, feeling drawn to her despite her son with his towering appearance of disapproval. He was right behind them and reached to open the door before she could do so, his fingers brushing hers. His eyes caught hers and held her gaze before he took his mother by the arm and left.

Leonie had just sat back around her desk before Simoniel breezed in and closed the door behind her. “So how did it go?”

“It went pretty well but the son is suspicious that we are about to take the mother for all she has.” Leonie said with a small smile.

“He said that?” her friend stared at her, not sure if she was joking or not.

“He might as well have,” Leonie leaned back against the chair her expression thoughtful. “He is not very trusting.”

*****

“Sometimes a spade is just a spade John,” his mother had rebuked him just as she was about to get into her car. “The young lady Leonie is really a beautiful girl isn’t she?”

Now he sat behind his desk and stared at her picture, his expression unreadable. His mother was right. She was exceptionally beautiful. He had seen her up close and had noticed the smoothness of her skin and the fullness of her lips. He had felt something but he had also read something from her facial expression when she had been speaking to his mother. As much as she tried to hide it there was something not quite right about her. She was far from believing what she was saying to them.

He put the photo back inside the folder and closed it; he was going to be very involved in his mother’s personal life.

*****

“The doctor seems harmless enough.” Simoniel commented as she handed Leonie the report their P.R. had given her. “It states that he was not a wife beater, not a heavy drinker and he pays his taxes on time. The first wife died of a heart condition in her thirties and he mourned her for ten years before he married a woman who ran out on him with the local gardener, someone young enough to be her son and now he is determined not to give up on love. You could take a leaf out of his book.” She added looking at her friend. It had been a week since they had had the interview with Mrs. Masaki and Leonie had been going through trying to find a suitable match for her.

“Don’t start,” Leonie warned her.

“I am just saying,” her friend said with a shrug. “So do we match him with Mary-Ann?”

“It seems like a logical match.” She said with a nod. “I have this gentleman that I have been holding on to for quite some time not finding a suitable match and I think he would do for Mrs. Masaki.”

She handed the file to Simoniel. The girl took it and studied it carefully. “It says here that he has been widowed for the past four years and he has a son who lives in Scotland with his wife and a son. He is into farming, he specializes in organic farming and he lives by himself in that big old house on the hill not very far from here. He has been with us since January and now it’s June.” She looked up at her friend in surprise. “Why has he not been placed?”

“Because I was waiting for the right person and I think we found her,” Leonie told her with a little smile. What she did not tell her friend was that he had struck something inside her and the more she spoke with him the fonder she was of him. She wanted someone suitable for him and that someone happens to be Mrs. Masaki.

“Are you going to make the call?” Simoniel asked her.

*****

“His name is Lucas Whittingham and he has a charming Old England accent and he is into farming. We are going out on our first date on Friday. He is picking me up here at the house in case you want to have him checked out.” Asami Masaki told her son as they sat around the formal dinner table where they were having dinner on Thursday evening. He had come home surprisingly early from the office and said that he felt like having dinner with his mother.

“I will have checked him out before then,” he told her mildly, cutting into his beef stroganoff. He had been doing a lot of thinking about the owner of the matchmaking place and had taken up the phone to call her but had resisted the urge.

“Of course.” Asami shook her head and her long black hair shimmered behind her. “You would not be John Masaki if you didn’t. I wished you would not be so suspicious darling, it’s very unsettling.”

“In my line of work you have to look underneath every rock or else you get taken for a ride mother.” He told her dryly. “So where is he taking you?” he asked her taking a sip of his wine.

“To a little Italian restaurant downtown.” She saw the look on his face. “I will be fine John, stop worrying.”

“I am at my best when I am worrying,” he told her lightly.

“And please do not send your driver to drive behind us. I can spot a tail a mile off.” She warned him.

He laughed in genuine amusement. “Okay Mother, no tail.” He lifted his glass in a toast. “And I do wish you a very good time on Saturday.”

“Thank you,” she told him with a charming smile.

*****

“I am glad I caught you before you left the office my dear,” Lucas Whittingham took a seat in one of the chairs she indicated. It was Friday afternoon and he had called and said he wanted to come in and see her. He was tall and stately and had brown weathered skin more than likely from his time spent outdoors, the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen on a man and his black hair was spotted liberally with gray.

“So am I Lucas,” he had insisted that she called him that. “What’s bothering you?”

“The classy lady you set me up with,” he began with a nervous laugh. “Are you sure you did not make a mistake?”

“I am positive. She is into farming as well and I am sure you have a lot in common.” Leonie advised him easily. “Please don’t be intimidated by her name and the fact that she is a very wealthy woman,” she added with a smile.

“That means nothing to me my dear but what am I going to talk to her about?” he was clearly anxious about his conversational skills.

“You could start by telling her how beautiful she looks,” she told him with a smile. “Then you could lead off from that and talk about her family and yours and then venture into farming. As I said before, you two have a lot in common.”