Page 162 of The Elusive Billionaire

He leans in and kisses my nose. “I can confirm there are three guards on you and one on each of the girls. Whatever else Roman put into place is on him, but no, I’m not aware of any others.” He frowns. “Why, did you see something suspicious?”

Did I?

I shake my head. “I think I’m just anxious.”

“Are you sure?” Apprehension clouds his features.

“Yeah, sorry. Ignore me. Now, are you ready to win this thing?”

His cocky smirk is back in play. “Cian and Sage are betting against me, but Braxton and Moose are going double or nothing in my favor.”

“I… What about… Why…”

“I’m going to win by whatever means necessary.” He will too. It’s right there in his eyes the color of a summer sky.

I scan the length of his body as he replaces his T-shirt, and holy shit.

“Are you wearing cowboy boots?” Jesus, are they what’s making his ass look so good in those jeans?

He clicks his heels, and I drop my head back to the throne.

“Moose got them for me. They look good right?”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Drill Bit?”

Greyson doesn’t have any right to move as quickly as he does, but he’s on me in a millisecond, his scruffy chin rubbing against my cheek, and his warm breath sliding down my neck.

“Oh, Monroe.” He groans, then nips at the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe. “Drill Bit is still in control, I’m just letting you have the fantasy of being in charge. This is your thing, but tonight, at home, I’ll really show you what I can do with these hips.” His lips press to mine, but it’s too chaste. “I might have learned a few tricks today.”

My jaw drops as he swivels his hips in a move that would make Magic Mike proud.

I squirm in my seat while he slowly lowers himself into his.

At some point, Moose joined us on stage. As master of ceremonies, he’s apparently in for a show we won’t soon forget.

“Ready, kids?”

“Where did Moose get a top hat from?” I whisper.

“Ready,” Grey calls back, then to me he whispers, “Pops insisted.”

“Of course he did.”

The curtains rise, and so does my temperature.

“Oh shit.” It slips through my lips as I scan every single face as far as I can see.

“What? What’s wrong?” Grey snatches my hand and tugs until I face him.

The stage isn’t huge, but most of the town is here, and my happy little bubble of a moment ago bursts.

“Sav?”

“I’m fine. I just…I guess I never pictured this part of it.” Moose is speaking to the crowd, but Grey has a way of sucking you into his orbit and drowning out everything else. “I’m center stage. He could…he could be…”

Worry lines form deep between his brows. “Yes, he could. But we have everything in place. You’re safe here, even if you’re on display. Roman has taken care of everything.”

“Can Greyson prove he’s worthy of our sweetheart, or will another prince prove victorious?” Moose’s voice is amplified through the sound speaker.