Her Asian Billionaire’s Perfect Match

He watched her movements closely and then lifted his eyes to meet hers. “You are suppressing the urge to tell me where to get off and I have a feeling that you only just managed not to fling that liquid into my face. How am I doing so far?”

He was getting under her skin and she had never in all her life allowed any man to do that. She had clenched her fists on the table and was not aware that she had done so until she saw his gaze on her hands. With a reflexive movement she opened her hands and spread them on the Formica tabletop.

“I have to leave now, so if you will excuse me?” she did not wait for him to respond but pushed back her chair and stood up. To her consternation he stood up with her and for a moment she thought he was going reach for her arm but instead he came around and pulled out her chair for her. “Thank you,” she said her voice freezing polite.

“You are welcome.” He murmured. “I hope I have not upset you too much,” there was a thread of amusement in his deep voice and she was glad when he stepped back to allow her to move past him.

“Not at all,” she told him coldly and forced herself to walk gracefully towards the exit.

*****

John watched her leave, his expression quizzical. He had said those things to her deliberately to get a rise out of her, he had succeeded and he had wanted to see if she was as cold as she appeared to be. He had felt the tug of attraction from the first time he had gone into her office and he had seen her. She was beautiful and appeared to be untouchable and he wanted to see if she really was. He had pretended he had wanted to talk to her about Lucas when in fact he had met the man and had actually liked him. He had wanted to see her and he knew if he just called her and asked her out she would turn him down point blank.

She was beautiful and there was fire inside that body she had cordoned off to the opposite s*x and he was determined to be the one to unleash the fire inside her.

*****

Leonie realized that she was trembling. She inserted the key into the opening of her door and it fell to the floor. She tried again and this time she succeeded. Her apartment had never felt so welcome before and she placed the key on the ring just inside the doorway and went straight into the kitchen.

How dared he. She thought, pacing the length of the floor. He had no right to psycho analyze her. He did not even know her, what gave him the right to think that he knew what she was and what she was going through?

She felt the unbidden tears come to her eyes and she blinked them back furiously.Two years after her father had left, she had tried to live a normal life and had decided to start dating. He had been a young man she had met in college and he had been trying to get her to go out with him ever since they had been attending but she had always turned him down. He had given her his number and she decided to call him up one day and they had started talking. He had started teaching at the local high school and had seemed genuinely pleased that she had called him.

The first couple of dates had gone well enough because they had gone for coffee and the next time they had met up for dinner at a local restaurant. It was the third date that had been the clincher. They had gone out to dinner and after that he had taken her home and had tried to kiss her. She had gone ballistic and had slapped him so hard that the imprint of her hand had been left on his cheek.

They had stood there staring at each other and it was Leonie who reacted first. She had fled inside the house and locked the door, her heart racing. He had tried calling her but she had refused to take his calls. She had not told her mother what had happened and kept it locked up inside her, until now. She didn’t want to go out with anyone again.

“Damn him!” she muttered furiously, stamping her feet in rage. “Damn him.”

*****

“Darling, I have invited Lucas over for dinner tomorrow night. I hope you do not plan on working late.” Asami told him as soon as he entered through the doorway. It was Thursday evening and it had been several days since he had managed to get on Leonie’s wrong side and he had been thinking about her constantly since then.

“I have meetings until late mother; I do wish you would consult me before you make these arrangements.” John shrugged out of his dark blue suit jacket and folded it over his arm. He nodded to the housekeeper and handed her his jacket and came to sit beside his mother who was arranging some dahlias in a vase to put it on the mantelpiece.

“I called your secretary and she told me you were clear for five o’clock,” she turned to look at her son. “When did this meeting come about?”

“Just now when I was driving home.” He told her, flexing his tired muscles.

“Okay love, I will just reschedule.” She decided.

“No mother, go ahead and I will join you as soon as I finish.” He told her.

“That’s a good idea my dear.” Asami beamed in approval. “I am so glad you like him John,” she came over and linked her hand inside his arm. “It makes it so much easier.”

“I am glad I like him too,” he told her gently, kissing the top of her head. “I had a late dinner so I will just go up and read for a little bit before I turn in. Goodnight mother.” He squeezed her arm lightly before going to his suite.

He loosened his tie the minute he got inside his bedroom. His suite was immaculate and although he hated clutter, his furniture was placed strategically around the room to ensure efficiency, the king sized bed dominated the room. The household helpers always made sure that they put his clothes neatly in the huge closet so that he could get dressed in a hurry if he wanted to. He traveled a lot for business so there was always a bag packed ready for him to take with him.

He undressed and put on the robe that was hanging on the bedpost and then went to pour himself a glass of wine before going into his den. He had some details to go over but his mind, for the first time since he had taken over the company, was not on work. He was thinking about her. She was a very beautiful woman and she carried herself well. What the hell happened to make her so unapproachable?

He knew her mother had left her the company and had married and gone off to live in Italy with her new husband. Her former husband had left her some time ago and she had formed the company soon after. Was that why Leonie was the way she was? Was she still hung up about her father leaving? What was it going to take to get through to her?

He downed the liquid in one gulp, grimacing at what his mother would say to him treating a well preserved bottle of wine that way.

He had to find a way to get her to go out with him.

*****

He decided on his next move and he smiled grimly as he thought about what she was going to tell him but he knew exactly what he was doing.

He made the call himself and asked for her assistant. “This is Simoniel, how may I help you?”

“Simoniel this is John Masaki, I need your help.”

“Mr. Masaki!” Simoniel’s tone was startled. “How may I help you sir?”