The law of attraction works in mysterious ways

I run into this man 2 weeks ago and barely noticed him until he began speaking, complimenting me on how good my English is. He had been eaves dropping while I spoke to the waitress of my favourite coffee shop. His voice was such a turn on that I took a long look at him.
Tallish, fortyish , Caucasian, slightly balding dark blond, tatoos all over, blue eyes full of street smartness and this incredibly sexy rough broken voice that says life has kicked his ass badly but he is still standing.
That man is the archetype of bad boy extraordinaire. everything about him screams bad bad boy !
I smiled awkwardly and left. Wondering why my heart was beating so loud.
A couple of days later I met a friend in starbucks and there he was again queuing up for his coffee, I pretended to wait besides him just to say hi and asked where this great accent came from.
Indiana, whispered the sexy low voice before leaving.
Aha, now I can call him the guy from Indiana when I think of him. Something tells me we could have a brilliant cavaleria fantastica together.
I had forgotten all about him until I was closing the centre  2 days ago, everyone had left and I was taking down the last rolling shades and putting up a  " sorry we are closed " sign when someone tried to come in. I began saying that we were closed and stopped talking.
There he was.
The sexy bad boy from Indiana !
Its you, I purred. Then I noticed he had some minor wounds on his forehead. I asked if he were all right, had he been in a fight ? He insisted he had only been at the wrong end of a boomerang he was playing with. A boomerang ? yeah right. I decided not to get nosy as it is not my business after all.
Are you closing ? he asked
what ? uhugh, I blushed and extended my hand to him.
I am Chantal, pleased to meet you mister Indiana.
He shook my hand and said Hey I am Greg, how U doin ?
He explained he was in zurich only for a while and had no idea how long for but he had seen me around a couple of times. I hit on him in my cheeky Chantal way and said If you are not gonna be around for long you better ask my number fast so that you can take me out.
Greg giggled and digested what had just happened, looking at me with a crooked smile, silently.
We just stood there for a moment, I stared at him and he at me, till he said he better go.
I didn't budge and he whispered in a low intimate voice :  u gonna make me crawl ? pointing at the semi closed blinds.
Nah, im gonna be nice to you this time. I laughed.
Hey, how do u say have a great evening in German ? he inquired as I let him out of the shop.
(An American who wants to speak German ?!?!?!)
Schöni abend, I purred,  Schöni abend Chantal, said the sexy broken voice as I closed the shop.
Oh dear ! What a walking tornado, this man is sex on legs and doesn't even know it.
I saw him again the next day when he came to the center to buy some vitamins, I flirted as much as I could given that I was on duty and had to behave. He is probably wondering if I really hit on him, I decided that next time I see Greg, I shall just shove  my number at him and bat my eyelids saying call me.

Why am I even interested in that man ? He is not my type at all, besides this broken voice that makes me want to rip his clothes  off.
Is it because he seems to be a lost soul like I used to be ? Or because he is playing hard to get. I think he does find me attractive but does he want to date me ? And will he accept my terms ? Will I get him ? How long will it take to get him ? I like this new challenge.