Page 129 of The Elusive Billionaire
“Coach,” Greyson demands like an asshole.
“Coach.” Sage’s smirk could light up the entire town on Christmas morning. “You’re the king of unorthodox methods, and you’re running out of time to figure this out. I’ve been to the Firefly with Ethan. He’s the best line dancer we’ve got.”
“How are you getting into Firefly? You’re only eighteen.” Of course that’s what Grey would focus on.
“Wednesday and Sunday are eighteen and over. Now focus, please?” Sage is loving this a little too much.
“Fine.” That word holds all his frustration. “What do you suggest? But keep in mind, Ethan, if you make a fool out of me, you’ll be running doubles during hell week.”
I’m pretty sure Ethan rolls his eyes. At least, I would’ve.
“Here.” Madi nudges my leg, and I glance down to find her offering me a tiny pair of binoculars.
“Where the hell did these come from?”
“They come in handy around here, so now I keep a pair in my car.” She shrugs as if it’s normal.
It’s not normal, but since I really want to see Grey’s face, I don’t say anything. It takes me a moment to bring his features into focus, but when I do, I gasp.
“See?” Madi says smugly.
Determination lines Grey’s face—his bright red and slightly angry face—while Ethan stands facing him. Behind him, Trevon places his hands on Grey’s hips—his movements slow and jerky, as if he’s waiting for Grey to lash out at him.
“They’re not?—”
“Remaking the dance tutorial scene?” Madi is gasping for air. “They are. They really, really are.”
“Okay,” Ethan says over the music. “Tre is going to make sure your body moves in step with mine. Relax, Coach. If you’re all tight, you’ll never move correctly.”
“Just do it.” I can almost feel the rumble of Grey’s words.
“No. Way.” Clover gasps while Braxton slides his phone into position to record.
I lean over and snatch his phone away.
“Hey.” Brax stares at me, and whatever he sees has him holding up his hands in surrender. “This is gold. I’ll never get this type of chance again. You don’t understand. Grey doesn’t make a fool of himself. Ever.”
I slip his phone into my back pocket.
“Anyone else want to try me?” I whisper-yell.
Madi, Clover, and Elle all shake their heads but give me shit-eating grins, and I return my attention to Grey.
Oh. My. God. Trevon is moving Grey’s body with his own. When they step forward, Trevon uses his left leg to push Grey’s left leg forward. When they slide to the right, he moves Grey with his hands that are still on his hips.
They make it through four rounds before Grey finally starts to catch on, and Trevon gives him a little more space.
By the time they’ve done the same four moves thirty-six times, Grey has almost got it.
When the next song comes on, Ethan instructs all the guys to get back in line and start over.
Grey immediately bumbles and stumbles through every move.
Oh, Grey.
“Fuck.” Grey curses before kicking at the ground. “Go again.” He makes a circular motion with his pointer finger, and everyone awkwardly steps back into lines.
He misses the second step, and Trevon slides in behind him again.
