Crazy for the Coaches by Layla Rogue

Author:Layla Rogue [Rogue, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

I was still thinking about it when I arrived at the guys’ place.

“Wow, you’ve unpacked a lot,” I said, kissing Aaron hello and noticing the clean living room with leather couches and a large TV on a table.

“No, we just don’t have much.” Steve walked up and took the bags from me, before giving me a quick kiss.

“A lot of our stuff was not too nice, and we’d had it a while, so we just brought a few things. But you can see we have some boxes to unpack in the kitchen.”

“And our rooms are a mess,” Steve said as they unpacked the food.

“How did your day go?” I said after Aaron pulled out a chair for me at the simple kitchen table and I sat down. Little manners like that really got to me. I was half in love with these two already.

“Wine?” Aaron was opening a bottle.

“Yes, please.”

“Sounds like our day went better than yours,” Steve said to me, handing me a glass.

They joined me within minutes and we started eating the diner lasagna that I had brought..

“This is amazing,” Steve said around a mouthful of food.

“Manners, Dude,” Aaron said, elbowing him. “But yeah. He’s not wrong.”

They told me about their meetings with coaches and players.

“What is your job with the team?” Steve asked.

“Basically, I do the things Eli doesn’t have time for. He wrangled a small salary for me, and I’m calling this a paid internship until I find a corporate job.”

“What about at his firm?” Aaron asked, enjoying some salad.

“Not sure we’d both survive if I worked there. Luckily, he has an assistant to keep him in line there, but I think our styles would not mesh.”

“Aaron and I are different, but we’ve worked out a system for living together.”

“Yeah. Your mess is in your room.” Aaron laughed. “And we share the cost of a cleaning service.”

“Eli doesn’t even get it about Martin and Joyce,” I took a big sip of wine. “He said we need to get along with the other owners.”

“Oh, hell no.” Aaron set down his fork.

“He must not understand,” Steve said quickly. “Want us to talk to him?”

I reached out and put a hand on each of them, just as I’d wanted to at the pub. First, I squeezed Aaron’s hand and then Steve’s shoulder, just wanting to touch them and connect with them. I appreciated their show of support and marveled at how they just seemed to get me already.

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