Page 110 of Shy Girls Can't Date Celebrities
Called.
Me.
His.
Girlfriend.
He smirks, searching deep into my eyes. “That’s okay to say, right?”
I nod eagerly, my grin stretching to reach my ears. “Ah-huh.”
Wyatt smiles, curling his hand around mine and giving it a gentle swing.
“I’m sorry,” Marsha rushes. “I just... You...” She clears her throat, regaining composure. “I just didn’t realize you and Portia... Umm, never mind.”
Queasiness ripples through my stomach.
Portia.
Everyone thinks Wyatt and Portia are together, despite them never making it official in the press. And Marsha saw them together on the set of their rom-com. She has a first-hand account of their relationship.
Crap. I’m totally making out with some other girl’s boyfriend.
No, notsomeother girl. A freaking model/actress/singer.
I swallow hard, resisting the urge to hurl on the shiny floor.
Wyatt squeezes my hand. “I’m not dating anyone named Portia.”
“I’m sorry,” Marsha rushes, mortified. “I’ll keep my fangirl in check. I’ve just been a touch obsessed with you and Portia. When I heard you were making another movie together, I almost called to get my old job back.”
Wyatt’s eyebrow raises. “But you’re happy working here, right?”
Marsha nods. “Yes. I’m so sorry for being inappropriate. It’s really none of my business who you date.” She looks at me and smiles. “But you two do look awfully cute together.”
Wyatt gestures at me. “Josie is the one shopping today.”
Marsha beams. “I’d love to help you out today. Do you have a particular style in mind?”
“Nothing too flashy,” I say, distracted by the lighting display in the corner of the store.
“And we’re staying in the penthouse at the Gran Palacio,” Wyatt adds. “Can you charge everything back to the room?”
“Not a problem. I’ll just need your signature on the invoice before you leave.” Marsha snaps her fingers and turns toward the counter. “I just got some new arrivals in, Josie, that might be perfect for you. Give me one moment.”
When Marsha moves back to the counter to unwrap her new stock, Wyatt clasps my hand and waits for me to meet his eyes.
“I saw you get rattled,” he whispers. “You know it’s only you in my heart, right?”
I lift on my tippy toes and peck his lips. “I do. I should be over the moon that you called me your girlfriend. I don’t want anyone else’s comments to ruin things.”
Wyatt eyes Marsha, muttering, “Does she make you uncomfortable? We can leave.”
“No, it’s fine. If we go to another store there will just be another salesperson who’ll bend over backwards to kiss your feet.”
Wyatt mumbles a laugh. “Eww.”
I laugh with him, until I catch discomfort in his body language. “Hey, you okay?”
