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.”
