“How was your day?” he asks.
“Good, although I’m freaking out about this job.” I rub my lips together.
“Why?” I hear the cupboards opening as he gets the champagne glasses.
“I don’t know.” I turn and look at my behind in the mirror. Wow, this dress is gorgeous. I walk out into the kitchen, and Nathan raises his eyebrows when he sees me.
“Wow.” He smiles and leans down to kiss my cheek. “You look… hot.”
I wiggle my hips and straighten his bowtie. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He passes me my glass of champagne and clinks it with his. “Cheers. We’re celebrating.”
“We are?”
“I got the apartment.” He smiles broadly.
My eyes widen. “You did?”
“We did. Now I’ll actually be able to fit into your apartment.”
I giggle.
“Now, what’s this about your new job?” he asks.
“I don’t know.” I take a sip. “Hmm.” I eye the bubbles in my glass. “You got my favorite. I guess I’m just nervous.”
“Why?”
“What if I can’t do it?”
“Eliza.” He gives me a beautiful, big smile. “You can do anything you set your mind to.”
“Aww.” I lean up and kiss his cheek, and I run my fingers through his stubble. “You’re the best cheerleader.”
“Well, that’s emasculating.” He raises a brow.
“You know what I mean.” I run my hands down over my body. “Do you like this dress?”
His eyes roam up and down my body. “I love this dress.”
“Do we have cheese?”
“Hmm.” He goes to the fridge and peers in. “That incompetent shopper probably didn’t buy any of the good stuff again.”
“I really do need to fire him.”
He chuckles as he pulls out some Camembert and places it onto the counter.
“Do we have quince paste?” I ask.
“Yes, Queen Elizabeth, give me a second to find it.”
I giggle. “I like that title. You may call me that all the time now, my faithful servant.”
He smirks as he digs out the quince paste and passes it to me. I make a little platter for two.
“You know, we should probably stop doing this before we go to these things. I always walk in looking three months pregnant.”