Page 2 of Pucking My Off-Limits Billionaire Boss
He's in the middle of a story, his audience hanging on every word. I sidle up to the edge of the group, waiting for the right moment to jump in.
"Hey, Jake," I call out, loud enough to cut through his tale. "You planning on leaving any attention for the rest of us, or are you just going to keep hogging the spotlight all night?"
The crowd chuckles as Jake turns to face me, a broad grin spreading across his face. "Lucy Marks," he says with mock surprise. "I was wondering when you'd come over to bask in my glow.”
"Oh, believe me, it's hard to miss," I retort, waving a hand as if trying to clear away his so-called 'glow.' "But seriously, Jake, try to leave some room for the rest of us mere mortals to shine, will you?"
Jake chuckles, stepping closer. "Lucy, if I knew you were craving the spotlight, I would've shared it with you. After all, what are old friends for?"
I raise an eyebrow, taking a step to meet him halfway. "Shared? Please, Jake, we both know you love the spotlight too much to share it with anyone."
The small crowd around us is eating up our exchange, their laughter and smiles encouraging our playful banter.
That's when Max, the groom and Jake's best friend, steps in with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alright, you two, there's only one way to settle this little spat of yours."
Jake and I turn to him, both of us echoing, "And what's that?"
Max grins, pointing towards the dance floor. "A dance-off. Right here, right now. Let's see who really deserves the spotlight tonight."
The suggestion sends a new wave of excitement through the onlookers, and I can't help but accept the challenge. "You're on, Rogers. Prepare to be owned.”
Jake's smile widens as he offers his hand, accepting the challenge. "Let's see what you've got, Marks."
As the music kicks up a notch, Jake and I face each other, a silent agreement passing between us. The crowd circles around, their excitement palpable. It's showtime.
"Alright, Rogers," I say, my voice laced with challenge. "Let's make this interesting. If I win this dance-off, you're making a grand announcement congratulating Hailey and Max. Let's put the spotlight where it belongs, on the newlyweds."
Jake's eyes light up with the thrill of the bet. "And if I win, Lucy Marks, you have to join me for a drink later. A chance for us to catch up properly. Deal?"
I nod, a sly smile playing on my lips. "Deal."
The DJ, sensing the mood, cues up a track that's impossible to resist—Bruno Mars' "24K Magic." Its infectious beat fills the room, and the crowd instinctively moves closer to the dance floor, their anticipation palpable.
Jake doesn't waste a moment. As soon as the funky, upbeat intro hits, he's in his element. He starts with a smooth, confident glide across the floor, reminiscent of his days gliding on ice. His movements are surprisingly rhythmic for a guy better known for his hockey prowess than his dance skills. There's a natural, easy charm to his steps that draws whoops and hollers from the crowd.
Not to be outdone, I tap into my own repertoire. The vibrant beats of the song are the perfect canvas for my dance moves. I start with a sassy shimmy, letting the rhythm flow through me, my feet moving in time with the pulsing bass. I throw in a series of spins, my dress twirling around me, then transition into some quick, sharp footwork that echoes the song's energetic vibe.
Jake watches, an eyebrow raised, and then meets my challenge head-on. He mirrors my footwork, adding his own flair—a couple of fancy spins and a slide that ends with a playful bow in my direction. The crowd cheers, loving the friendly rivalry.
We're both grinning now, the sheer joy of the music and the challenge sparking between us. Our moves become more playful and exaggerated, a silent conversation of dance. He steps forward, I spin away; I beckon him closer, he comes in with a mock-serious tango pose. It's a dance battle that's less about winning and more about the shared exhilaration of the moment.
As the song reaches its bridge, the tempo picks up, and we match it, our movements becoming more frenetic and fun. The crowd is clapping along now, fully invested in our impromptu performance.
By the time the final chorus rolls around, Jake and I are both breathless, our playful competitiveness giving way to a mutual respect for each other's hidden talents. The song ends on a high note, with both of us striking an exaggerated pose, arms spread wide, basking in the applause and laughter from our friends and family.
The applause is thunderous, the guests clearly enjoying the spectacle. But as Hailey steps up, it's clear there's no easy way to declare a winner.
"It's a tie!" she announces, and the crowd seems to agree, their cheers echoing her verdict.
True to his word, Jake grabs a microphone from the DJ and steps up to the center of attention. He clears his throat, and his voice booms through the speakers, echoing around the hall.
"Alright, everyone," he begins, his tone a perfect blend of charm and humor. "While I know you've all enjoyed my incredible dance moves and dazzling personality," he pauses for a laugh, "let's remember why we're really here tonight."
He turns towards Hailey and Max, his expression softening. "To celebrate the love of an amazing couple, Hailey and Max. Let's give it up for them—the real stars tonight. Here's to a lifetime of happiness, love, and all that other good stuff!”
The crowd erupts into laughter and applause, their focus shifting back to the beaming newlyweds. Hailey and Max, their smiles wide and genuine, stand up to acknowledge the cheers, the love in the room palpable.
As the applause dies down, Jake hands off the mic and bounds over to me, a playful glint in his eye. "So, about that drink..."
