I was in the kitchen, humming to myself as I stirred the sauce on the stove. It was one of those evenings where everything felt light and easy. I had decided to surprise Ethan with his favorite homemade pasta, and for a little fun, I had thrown on nothing but an apron.
It wasn’t a special occasion. Just one of those spontaneous moments when I felt playful.
Then Ethan walked in.
I turned to greet him with a grin, but instead of admiration, he smirked. “Nice outfit,” he teased. “Did you lose a bet or something?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
He chuckled. “I mean, come on, an apron and nothing else? That’s so cliché. You look like one of those cartoons where the housewife burns the dinner.”
Oh, so he wanted to play that game? Fine. I’d play.
I gave him my sweetest smile. “Oh, you think it’s funny? Well, let’s see how hilarious it is when you’re starving.”
Before he could react, I turned off the stove, grabbed the plate of garlic bread, and marched straight to the patio. I set the food down, locked the sliding glass door behind me, and stood there, arms crossed.
Ethan followed, confused. “Wait—what are you doing?”
“Oh, nothing,” I said, tilting my head innocently. “Just enjoying the fresh air. And since my outfit is so amusing, I figured I’d let you have dinner on your own while I reconsider my ‘cartoon housewife’ look.”
His smirk disappeared. “Wait, baby, come on. I was joking.”
“Oh, I know. It was very funny.” I picked up a piece of garlic bread and took a dramatic bite. “Mmm, this is good.”
Ethan groaned, rubbing his face. “Okay, okay, I take it back. You look amazing. Gorgeous. The best chef in the world.”
I pretended to think about it. “Hmm… I don’t know. Do you really mean it?”
He sighed, walking up to the glass. “Yes. And you know what else? That apron is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Now that was more like it.
I grinned, unlocking the door. “That’s better. Now, go set the table. Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll let you have some dessert.”
Ethan didn’t need to be told twice.
Lesson learned: Never underestimate a woman who knows her worth—especially one who can outsmart you while wearing nothing but an apron.
