Oh shit, I didn’t mean to kick him so hard, that really connected. “Serves you right.” I whisper.
The look on his face is murderous, and I drop my head to try and hide my smile. “That wasn’t me,” I whisper. “It was Tiny.”
He twists his lips, and I giggle.
“Stop it.” I mouth as I put my hand out toward him on the table. “We’ll talk later. I don’t even really like him, Nathan. Can we just enjoy tonight, please?”
He looks at me flatly, and I wiggle my fingers to try and entice him. Eventually, he puts his hand in mine, and I blow him a kiss.
He’s just angry that I didn’t tell him about my date, and as it turns out, he’s right, I should have.
Nathan isn’t a controlling person, but he’s strong-willed, and so far in life, apart from his parents, I’m the only one who can talk him down from his temper.
I slip off my shoe and rub my foot up his shin. He rolls his lips as he looks over at me.
“You didn’t ask me how my last day at the hospital was,” I say.
“How was your last day?”
“It was sad. So, can you please not make my day any crappier?”
He nods and gives my hand a squeeze. “Okay.”
* * *
“Okay, good luck, honey.” My mom smiles down the phone. “You won’t need it though.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
I brush down my skirt and twirl and look at my behind in the mirror as I speak. “What are you wearing?” Mom asks.
“I’m wearing a gray pencil skirt and a pale pink blouse. My hair is twisted up into a knot. It’s gotten so long, I need a trim,” I mutter, distracted. “I’ve got my pearl earrings in that Nathan’s parents bought me for Christmas, and I’m wearing sheer stockings and high heeled pumps. I’m hoping I look businesslike.”
“Sounds perfect.”
“I hope so.” I smile. It’s Monday morning—my first day at my new job—and I’m as nervous as hell.
“Okay, I’ll let you go. Knock them dead, baby.”
“Okay, bye. l’ll call you tonight.”
I glance at my watch. I need to leave soon. My phone rings, and the name Nathan lights up the screen.
“Hi,” I answer.
“Hello, Eliza,” his deep voice purrs down the phone.
“What do you want?” I smirk.
“I called to wish you good luck, although I know you don’t need it.”
I smile goofily. “I’m so nervous.”
“Don’t be. You’re going to do great. I’ll pick you up from work.”
“Really?” I smile.
“Sure, we can celebrate your first day.”