“Excuse me Sir, but I think you sat at the wrong table,” I politely said as the stranger leans back in his chair.

“Nice to meet you, Micah, I am Nikolas, Katie’s brother,” he greets making me choke on my water.

Brother? Why did Katie’s brother come instead? Didn’t she need an escort?

“May I ask why Katie couldn’t come?”

“Because I am the one in need of an escort,” Nikolas explains making me lean back in my chair.

A man is asking me to escort him. I never thought that one day, it would have happened to me. So, it also means that this man is either bisexual or gay, but I am pretty sure that it’s the latter. Usually, men in the closet don’t go public with a man companion at their side unless they are openly gay.

“You are gay,” I say in a matter of fact.

“I am, do you have a problem with it?” he raises one of his perfect eyebrows.

I have never worked for a man before. I will be willing to try it out especially because he really is handsome with his chocolate brown hair and deep metallic gray eyes. His beard only adds to the man’s handsomeness. Being bisexual myself, I really am not ashamed to admit this fact out loud. Genders don’t bother me if that person’s blood tastes good.

“None. Then let’s talk about the terms shall we?”

“Are you hungry?”

“Excuse me?”

Nikolas ignores my question as he calls for the waiter. Without even asking for my opinion, he orders food and wine for the both of us. A minute later, the waiter is gone.

“Do you like Almar Caviar Micah?” he asks making my look at him incredulously. Does he know how expensive it is? I think it is about twenty-five thousand dollars for two pounds! I have known that their family is loaded and that they own this restaurant, but Almar Caviar is just too expensive to be given away. But again, I never had the chance to taste it. “I assume you never tried it then and close your mouth before something goes in.”

I close my mouth as the waiter arrives with a bottle of wine. He shows it to Nikolas which nods before tasting the red liquid. During all this process, I don’t know why, but I have been captivated by all his movements. I couldn’t look away. His lips are the most captivating thing of all.

I don’t even notice that I have been staring at the man and that the waiter is long gone. I only snap out of it when the waiter comes back with our food. If I have been staring all this time why Nikolas did not tell to stop? How embarrassing, but this is actually intriguing. It never has never happened to me before. To think that someone can actually attract my attention and a man nonetheless.

“When you’re done starring, do try to eat your fill,” Nikolas says while leaning his cheek on his arm which was resting on the armchair.

I give him a professional smile and take the mother of pearl spoon to scoop a decent amount up before placing it on on the back of my hand between my thumb and index finger. Then I bring it to my mouth to eat the caviar. The first thing that hits me is the slight taste of saltiness and fishiness, but when I bite on it, a rich and slightly sweet taste fills my whole mouth. This Almar Caviar is better than any caviar I have ever tasted.

“What do you think?” he asks after taking a sip of his wine.

“It has quite a unique taste,” I answer as I take my own wine to wash my mouth. “So, about the terms. Why do you need the services of an escort for?”

“As the future CEO of many hotels and restaurants brand, I need to make an appearance at many receptions. But tomorrow is the most important one since my father will be officially stepping down.”

“Are you openly gay? Will it cause any problem for me if we are seen together?” I ask after taking a bite of my own food.

“I will soon be and do not worry about anything. If needed I have very competent lawyers.”

Is he serious? He wants to use me to come out? This is so annoying. Does he know how much trouble it will cause? To me and my carrier… I hope he is not requesting sex! Do I dare ask him? Well, I have to make it clear from the start or else…

“Very well, I will escort you tomorrow night and are you also requesting any sexual involvement?” I ask without looking at the man in front of me.

“Not yet,” he answers making me nod before stopping midway. Not yet?

“Are you planning to request more of my services?”

“I want you to be my permanent and exclusive partner,” he bluntly answers making me unable to utter a single word.

“But you don’t even know how I work,” I answer back when I finally get out of my initial shock.

“If money is the issue, I’m offering three thousand per hour. The details are in here, consider it.”

I look at the contract he just put in front of me. Never did a client present a contract to me. Usually, it’s the other way around. This man knows what he wants and how to get it. He must like to control every aspect of his life. I take the document and start to read it. It isn’t very detailed. Only the fees and some regular rules like a privacy clause are explicitly specified. The others are rather vague. Well, I suppose it means that I have room to negotiate the terms. But there is a rule that has caught my eyes. Nikolas wants me to live in his house?

“Do you have any problems with it?” Nikolas asks with a look in his eyes that sent a tingling sensation throughout my whole being.

“The terms are rather vague. Does it mean that I have some freedom in requesting any changes after signing it? And what about the one specifying that I have to live in your house?” I ask as I put the file back down.

“No, and yes, it is mandatory.”

I furrow my brows. I reread the terms one more time, it doesn’t say that I have to sell my actual house, so I see no major problem with it. “One last question. What if you are not satisfied with my services tomorrow night? Are we calling the whole deal off?”

“That won’t happen.”

The confidence in his answer makes me wonder. How can he be so certain that he will be happy with me? Usually, a client who asks for an exclusive escort already knew each other. Anyways, money is money. I need it, so why not? It will be nice to have a more stable income.

I take out a pen from my pocket before signing both copies. Then, I hand it back to Nikolas, so he can sign it too. Taking my own copies, I look at his signature which was very elegant. He has a great penmanship. I fold the paper in two before putting it in my suit pocket.

“When do I start?”