Page 47 of Not My Coach

The door leading into the garage opens, and the sexiest man ever, built to live in suits, walks in with his arms full of gift bags.

My eyes bulge as I jump to my feet, throwing my phone down on the couch. “What the heck is all that? Did you rob a birthday party?”

His face falls, and he glares at me before a smirk tilts his lips up to one side. “No, I didn’t rob a birthday party, you little smart-ass.”

He walks around the couch and sets the red-and-white gift bags down in front of me. “I picked up a couple of things you might need.”

“For what? A three-hundred-day trip?” The sarcasm leaves my lips with ease, and I smile.

His eyes darken, and I think he really likes the sass I’m throwing his way.

“Are you done?” he teases, and I chuckle.

Rocking back and forth on my heels, I smile. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

He bites his lip and flexes his hand. “Keep that up, and I’ll cancel our plans for tonight and we won’t leave my bedroom.”

Tiptoeing over to him, I pass the bags and grab the lapels of his jacket and tug him closer to me. “You make that sound like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

He brushes his lips against mine and whispers, “Sweetheart … open your presents.”

I roll my eyes, and he catches my jaw in his fingers, and my lips part.

“Fine.”

Turning around, I drop to the ground, crisscrossing my legs like a kid on Christmas. “Is there a reason you did all of this? You know, my birthday isn’t until this fall.”

“November 2nd. I know,” he states.

My head whips in his direction, my jaw falling open. “Did I tell you that?”

He smirks. “No, Evie, but I have my ways of finding out information about you.”

Squinting at him, I grab the bag closest to me and rip the tissue paper out of it.

“Evie, focus,” he mutters and sits down on the ground next to me.

“Okay, okay,” I utter and look into the first bag.

I slowly pull out the contents and set them out in front of me. Tampons. Pads. Midol. Ibuprofen. Toothbrush. Toothpaste. Hairbrush. Shampoo. Conditioner. Shaving cream. Razor.

“Nate, I love the idea, but you do know I have these already, right?” I ask, glancing over at him.

He beams, his cheeks burning a deep red. “Obviously. But you don’t have your own set here. Now, you do.”

He got me essentials just for here? My heart jumps into my throat.

“That is the sweetest thing.”

He pushes my compliment away and slides a new bag in front of me. “Next.”

Tearing the tissue out of the bag, I find silk pajama sets that cost … holy fuck, way too much. Sweatpants, a couple of plain T-shirts, panties, and … ooh, bright red lingerie. No bras though. Knowing him, that was not an oversight.

“I don’t need to open another single one. Take the rest of the bags back. You’ve already given me too much, Nate,” I say, feeling my eyes burn from the love this man has shown me.

He lifts my chin with his finger and leans forward, placing a delicate kiss against my lips, and whispers, “No.”

Sighing, I bite down on my bottom lip and open the next bag. Well, that’s not exactly what I was expecting to find in here. A solid black box with a picture of a vibrator on it.

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