Mingkwan's POV

I really tried not to eavesdrop on Kit's conversation with my boss but it was impossible not to hear what he was saying.

So I gathered from the conversation that my coming to Kit's house had been a mistake. Mr. Kirakorn had given me the wrong business card. Fuck, I would have to go back to the agency office and get re-assigned.

It was such a pity because I would have wanted to spend the evening with this young man. I could not help noticing his cute smile that deepened his dimples. And I could tell from our handshake that he had a warm personality.

I kept my back turned to him as he finished his conversation with Mr. Kirakorn. Wait, did I hear him say that he was willing to hire my services for the evening even if it was a mistake?

"Mr. Daichapanya," I heard him say. I turned around to face him.

"Please just call me Mingkwan or Ming, even better," I said with a smile.

He smiled back at me. Shit, I was falling for his dimples.

"Mingkwan then," he agreed, "are you agreeable to spend the evening with me?"

"Most certainly, sir," I said with enthusiasm.

"Please stop calling me sir," he said, "my name is Kit."

"Alright then, Kit it is," I nodded with a smile.

I noticed him nodding to his butler which I guessed meant that his butler could take his leave. With the butler gone, there was one other person in the room. I presumed he was his personal assistant or his bodyguard, taking into account his burly figure and his hand resting lightly on a gun that was sticking out from his pocket.

Shit, should I just ask to be excused? If I did, I might get a bad report to my boss and I might lose my job or at the least get less assignments than the others. At this time, I was the escort who got assigned the most assignments to the choicest clients, and this current client in front of me appeared to be the choicest of them all so far.

"Would you like a drink?" Kit offered.

"We are not allowed to drink while we are with our clients," I informed him.

"Is that so?" Kit sounded disappointed. "You have a very strict agency. I have a good mind to talk to your boss. He is my client right now. We just signed a contract this morning regarding the use of my limousines."

"Oh, was that your limousine that brought me here this evening?" I asked.

"Yes, it was," he nodded. "I could probably waive the rental fee since it's me that you are escorting tonight, although I have no plans to go anywhere this evening."

Even before Kit had stopped talking, there was a knock on the door. His butler came in and announced that dinner was ready.

"Would you care to join me?" Kit asked.

"It would be my pleasure," I said. I was already starting to feel hungry anyway and I was sure there would be a feast laid out on his dinner table.

After dinner, before he stood up from his dinner chair, Kit wiped the edge of his mouth with his napkin and took hold of the stem of his glass of wine.

"Let's go back to my study," he said, bringing his glass of wine with him.

He had a glint in his eye as he smiled at me. My heart skipped a beat. It had never done that before when I was with my previous clients. I had a feeling that the night was not going to end without some form of skinship. I was not bracing for it. I was actually looking forward to it.