Page 106 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
“Uber fancy,” I gush. “Only the best for Wyatt Hayes.”
The doorman tips his hat as we carefully descend the front steps of the Gran Palacio.
Wyatt cranes his neck, taking in the bustling traffic. “All this is happening so close to that epic beach.”
“Yeah, it’s so crowded. It’s hard to believe the ocean we were checking out upstairs is so close.”
Wyatt gestures across the pavement. “Shall we find you a new wardrobe?”
I giggle and curl my arm around his. “One new outfit will be more than enough.”
He winks. “Maybe three new outfits.” He then lobs his walking cane at one of his security guards. “Keep a hold of this for me. I don’t need it right now.”
I slip my fingers between his. “You sure?”
He kisses my cheek. “Positive.”
I giggle again, blushing hard. “Okay, let’s shop.”
We edge our way across the sidewalk, letting the heavy foot traffic side step us. With Wyatt ditching his walking aid, I don’t want him weaving between people and having a spill. I can already hear Erika’s lecture if anything happens to Wyatt on my watch.
Wyatt’s eyebrows wiggle as we approach a boutique. “This looks swanky. Wanna go in?”
“I feel out of place just standing in front of it.”
He nudges me. “We’re charging it to the room, remember? Let’s just look around. If you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll leave.”
“Okay.” Heck, there’s no reason to feel uncomfortable with Wyatt by my side.
As we move toward the entrance, something catches the corner of my eye. I lift my gaze and spy two girls pointing and whispering with looks of surprised glee on their faces.
Oh boy.
“What are you looking at?” Wyatt asks, reaching for the boutique’s front door.
I motion behind me. “Those girls.”
“What about them?”
I smirk. “They’re checking you out.”
He points at his chest with surprise. “Me?”
I giggle. “We’ve been clocked by Wyatt Hayes fans.”
“Oh,” he mutters.
He checks over my shoulder and his smile grows. He waves at the girls, and then laughs at their excited squeals.
Wyatt takes my hand and tugs me into the store. “C’mon, let’s go in.”
“You good?”
He sweeps his hand over his sandy hair. “Absolutely.”
I watch Wyatt with curiosity as one of the security guards enters the store with us, and the other remains outside. The interior of the store takes my breath away. The display cases have gold accents, the walls are a rich cream, and the clothes hang like priceless pieces of art.
“Good morning,” a salesperson says, making her way over. “Are you kids in the right...” Her tone suggests we’re in the wrong place, until she makes eye contact with Wyatt. Her chin drops and she utters a few indistinguishable syllables. “Excuse me,” she clears her throat. “Welcome to our store. My name is Sonja, and I’d be delighted to help you today.”
