Page 165 of The Elusive Billionaire

If this makes it to the tabloids, we’ll need to revamp our in-house PR consultants.

Savvy catches my eye, and I trip over my feet at the smile she graces me with. She’s biting her bottom lip like she doesn’t want to laugh, so I do it for her.

Lifting both hands, I flash her the universalwho the fuck knowsgesture.

I can’t hear her laughter over the music, but it washes over me just the same.

I’m sweating more than I did playing football.

How long can this song possibly go on for?

Reaching into the recesses of my vast three-day-old dancing knowledge, I pull out another award-winning move and drop to the ground. Using one hand to prop myself up, I roll my hips.

Dirty? Yes. Appropriate? Probably not. A hit? Fuck yeah, it is. Everyone cheers.

Braxton’s laughing so hard he falls over just as the song finally ends. Sage, the little shit, has his phone pointed at me in my one-handed plank position.

Cian’s doubled over, hands on his knees, Elle pounding on his back.

Slowly, I lift myself to stand, almost too afraid to make eye contact with anyone else as I dust off my hands.

As long as I win this damn competition, it doesn’t matter what kind of fool I’ve made of myself.

“Well, folks.” Moose is struggling to contain his laughter, so I feel like that should be bonus points. “I can’t say we’ve ever had a competition quite like that.”

“You were a cross between Napoleon Dynamite and Jenna Ortega’s version of Wednesday Addams.” Braxton is still wheezing on the ground.

It wasn’tthatbad.

When I finally look up to Savvy, she’s standing on the edge of the stage with both hands covering her mouth and eyes full of mirth.

Fine, maybe it was worse than bad, but I’d do it all over again if it put that joyful shine in her eyes.

“Can we have all the contestants line up on stage?” Moose says. “We’ll announce a winner by applause.”

“Fuck me, that’s how they do it?” I mutter, which makes Braxton laugh even harder.

I line up like cattle and walk on stage but bypass half the other assholes so I can stand behind Savvy. When guys line upon either side of her, I wrap my arm around her shoulders too, just to be clear about where my priorities are.

“Hi.” She grins up at me.

“Hi.”

“Drill Bit’s back, I see.” Her shoulders shake beneath my grip.

Lowering my arms to her waist, I tug her into me and smirk when I nestle my length into her ass. “Never left, sweetheart.”

Moose walks down the line, hovering a hand over each jackass up on stage. A roar of applause has me straightening my spine, then leaning back to see who the asshole is.

“That’s Eddie,” Savvy whispers.

“Why do you know that?” I think the town fair is giving me lockjaw.

“Because he won the last three years but has no interest in settling down. Word on the street is his hips don’t lie, if you know what I mean.”

“Stop. Talking.”

Her belly shakes beneath my palm, and all I want to do is toss her over my shoulder and drag her ass home.